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Subject: NEW STORY: Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.) (1/3)
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For those of you who have made it this far, here are a few additional 
disclaimers.  

1) This story is extremely long and very graphic.  If you are someone who 
appreciates stories with detailed descriptions of sexual acts that also take 
their time to get where they're going, you might enjoy this story.  

2) This story is essentially a straight male fantasy.  As such, it is unlikely 
that you will appreciate it much if you don't fit that profile.  Of course, I 
invite all interested parties to read and form their own judgments.  

3) This story encompasses a number of fetishes, e.g. spanking, voyeurism, 
light D&S.  However, this is not a fetish story.  The reason I often don't like 
fetish stories is that sex generally takes a back seat to the fetish.  In this 
story, sex is in the foreground, and the incorporated fetishes are peripheral.

This is my first attempt at fiction writing of any kind.  Therefore, any 
constructive feedback is ESPECIALLY welcome.  Please e-mail me with any 
reactions you may have, whether positive, negative or indifferent!


				JENNY'S NEW VOCABULARY

						by

						Wolf

Chapter 1

	Steven awoke in a cold sweat.  Groggy and disoriented, he was vaguely 
aware of some insistent condition.  His body was speaking to him.  He 
reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock protruding through 
the crotch of his underwear.  Damn.  It was her again.  He'd had another 
erotic dream about her.

	He hadn't felt this way since he was 16.  She'd completely taken over 
his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on his waking 
life as well.  Even when she was not the object of his conscious fixation, she 
always persisted somewhere, at least at the periphery, unbalancing him, 
unfocusing him, unnerving him.

	So intense was her effect on him, drawing out currents of libidinal 
energy that he'd thought were long extinguished, that Steven was beginning 
to regret ever having married her mother.  This he had done 8 years prior, 
when she was 10 years old.  At the time, she was a wide eyed, cute if 
tomboyish girl who liked to eat icecream and had a penchant for meandering 
about in crowded downtown areas and getting lost when her mother took 
her shopping.  She had immediately taken a liking to Steven, who had a 
natural affinity for kids.  They formed a bond which had many of the same 
elements of a typical father-daughter relationship.  

	Steven was a few years younger than her mother, who was 31 at the 
time they married.  She had died in a tragic accident 3 years later, and left 
Steven saddled with the dual burden of working full time and raising a girl 
who was then immersed in the complexities of onsetting puberty and 
adolescence.  He had had a rough time of it for a while, having to consult 
counselors and enlist the assistance of friends and family.  

	Fortunately, she seemed to emerge from this period a well adjusted 
and mature young woman, independent and academically competent despite 
her persistent childlike demeanor.  Even though she had recently turned 18 
and had been admitted to a prestigious university which she planned on 
attending the following year, she continued to sleep with her stuffed animals 
and respond to childlike forms of address.  But there was more to it than 
these specific regressive behaviors.  There was something almost intangibly 
childike about her.

	In spite of this, Steven had watched her grow up and blossom into 
young womanhood.  Though for a long time he had been consciously aware 
of the profound physical transformation that she had underwent, it didn't 
fully resonate with him until recently.  He was uncertain if this was a result 
of fatherly naivete.  In any case, the image of a child was something that 
Steven had never associated with any kind of sexuality.  That is, until he 
became aware of the striking disparity between her inner persona and her 
physicality.  He couldn't pinpoint the precise moment, but he had a sense 
that there was a moment in time.  Something.  Perhaps when she stood, 
shifting her weight, bare thighs tensing against the coarseness of a tight 
denim skirt.  Perhaps when she rubbed her tired feet after a hard workout, 
letting out sounds of soft sensual pleasure.  Perhaps the way she sometimes 
let her head fall back when tasting food she liked, eyes closed, her thick hair 
cascading to the middle of her back.  Somehow it happened.  Sometime the 
moment occurred.  Steven didn't know whether this moment was the genesis 
of his desire for her or of his conscious awareness of that desire.  Either way, 
he knew that she'd ignited within him a passionate longing that he'd never 
before experienced.

	He wanted to invade her.  He wanted to peel away layer after of her 
physical and psychological defenses.  He wanted to get inside her clothes and 
her body.  He wanted to be inside of her.	

	He closed his eyes, drifting off as the image of her began to resolve in 
his minds eyes.

	Jenny was on the tall side, with straight, medium-long blond hair. She 
often wore it in a ponytail. Her face was  cute in a schoolgirlish way.  She had 
large, wide set blue eyes and thick, full lips.  She often wore an expression of 
disarming sweetness and innocence, even on the rare occasions that she did 
something wrong and Steven or his wife had to punish her. 
  
	Her body was ample, fleshy all over, though not flabby.  Her skin was 
lightly tanned, firm, without a blemish.  A little like baby fat.  Steven 
thought she had the kind of body that would eventually give way and 
become bulky and sag with age.  For the present, however, neither of these 
adjectives could appropriately describe her.  

	Her long, thick tanned legs were well contoured, without being 
excessively muscular.  She had especially prominent calves.  Her ass was 
large and round, and the cheeks jutted out prominently.  Her wide hips 
contrasted starkly with her narrow waist and flat midriff.  
	
	Her breasts were extremely large, so much so that they strained and 
stretched whatever fabric they were encased in, even when she wore loose 
fitting tops.  They often jiggled and bounced when she moved, or laughed.  
In spite of their size, her breasts were impossibly firm.  They always jutted 
straight out, almost perpendicular to her chest.  For a while, Steven thought 
that she must have taken to the practice of wearing especially supportive 
bras, to prevent her obvious bulk from acquiescing to the inexorable laws of 
gravity.  However, one evening she came out of her bathroom wearing a 
long, thin white nightshirt.  Apparently, she had just emerged from the 
shower and her nipples were quite erect.  Steven could just barely make out 
the pinkness of her aureoles through the garment, and could tell that she 
wasn't wearing a bra.  Her breasts expanded straight out, two huge globes 
sinking downwards only slightly more than when she wore a bra. 

	Though she was barely 18 with body of a voluptuous 20 year old, but 
she had an oddly girlish voice.  She spoke in high and wispy tones, perhaps 
accounting for this childlike quality which contrasted almost preternaturally 
with her fully evolved, very adult physicality.

	Though her wardrobe was trendy and conventional, these days 
everything she wore seemed to make Steven intensely aroused.  Her 
enormous wardrobe encompassed only a few basic outfits, variations of the 
same themes.  Certain themes predominated.  Most common were mid thigh 
length, tight denim skirts, penny loafers with white, fold down socks, and t-
shirts, some times tight fitting, sometimes loose fitting.  On occasion she wore 
a pair of loafers with platform heals that made her calves more prominent, 
and caused her ass to jut out even more than usual.  This was Steven's 
favorite outfit, with the exception of her cheerleading uniform.

	Her uniform was blue and white, her school colors.  The top was either 
a tight sweater or a sleeveless, button down vest, depending on the season.  
Steven especially appreciated the vest, as it was not sufficient to contain her 
massive tits.  The recesses between the buttons, caused by the garment's 
wrinkling accommodation of her mass, were often gaping.  Through the arm 
holes, Steven could always see at least part of part of her bra and her often 
oozing breast flesh.  

	The skirt was extremely short, much shorter than her denim skirts, 
resting only about four inches below her crotch line.  As she walked, the 
skirt would swing, offering him glimpses of the bottom of her tight, white 
cotton panties and her emerging ass cheeks.  When she bent over, even 
slightly, Steven could get as much better view.  She always wore white 
canvas shoes decorated with blue glitter and flimsy, fold down white socks 
with her uniform.

	Steven was intimately familiar was Jenny's underwear.  Recently, he 
had taken to the practice of going through her dresser drawers.  At first he 
was ashamed of himself, and he knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but 
he ultimately rationalized it by classfying his behavior as a safe, acceptable 
form of gratification.  What were the alternatives?  Groping her?  Hiding in 
her closet while she undressed?  

	Since Jenny left an hour before Steven every morning, it was 
convenient for him to go into her room and spend time examining her 
clothing.  Though he was very invasive and often careless, he was pretty 
sure that Jenny was so naive that she would never suspect a thing.

	Her bras were mostly white and satiny or lacy.  The cups were of 
course vast.  Her panties were of a variety of colors, but mostly white or 
light pink.  Though some were silky or lacy, most were plain cotton. They 
were generally quite skimpy, but not outrageously so.  Some of them were 
decorated with print patterns, like teddy bears or little pink hearts.  He 
would often sniff them, and rub them over his face, thinking about Jenny's 
sweet pussy being encased in them,  secreting vaginal juices into them as she 
walked, jumped up and down in her cheerleading routines and went about 
her daily activities.  Sometimes he could smell a hint of her pussy odor in the 
crotch area.  This made him especially aroused.  

	In fact, he enjoyed this so much that he devised a method of gaining 
access to her prewashed panties by retrieving them from the hamper or the 
bathroom floor. One day he retrieved the pink cotton panties that she'd worn 
with an especially tight pair of jeans that day. The scent of her pussy juice 
on them was so pungent and aromatic that he immediately ran to his room 
and jerked off.  After that, he took to the practice of jerking off after 
examining her underwear.  Though tempted, he was too careful to jerk off 
into her panties and bras. 

	Steven made a game of trying to identify the underwear that Jenny 
wore every day, matching up the glimpsed images that he caught under her 
short skirts and light colored shirts with the specific articles with which he 
had become familiar.  Jenny frequently gave him opportunities to gain 
partial glimpses of her underwear, by bending over while wearing short 
skirts or tight shorts. He quickly became expert at this identifying routine. 
Oddly enough, despite Steven's rampant voyeuristic behavior, Jenny 
apparently never noticed or suspected a thing.  Either he was more discreet 
than he thought, or she was too naive to take notice of his enterprises. 

	Steven quickly became frustrated with this limited visual access and 
tried to formulate better means of viewing her forbidden areas.  He would 
sometimes situate himself under the staircase and try to glimpse her from 
underneath as she walked up the stairs.  This had varying results. As the 
recesses between the stairs were narrow and the lighting on the stairwell 
was often poor, his view was usually fleeting and poorly lit.  Though on 
occasion he would catch a fairly good glimpse of her panty clad ass in this 
manner, his frustration quickly intensified.  Since he knew he could never 
really have her sexually, he craved as much vicarious gratification as he 
could get.  He thought that just one really good view of her panties would 
cure him of this burgeoning fixation that was gripping him.  For several 
months he tried in vain to devise a plan that would allow him to accomplish 
this.

	He had almost given up hope when one day she came into his study 
where he was preparing a report to present at a board meeting the next day.  
She was wearing a denim miniskirt and black loafers with short, flimsy 
white socks.  She told him that she needed to go up into the attic to get her 
old baton that she used to twirl in junior high.  Apparently, her friend 
Ashley's younger sister was interested in taking up the hobby and Jenny 
offered to loan it to her.  The attic was old, dusty, and packed with various 
paraphernalia and relics of times long forgotten.  Its entrance was a ceiling 
hatch in a walk-in storage closet on the top floor.  Since the ladder was old 
and creaky, she asked if Steven could go up into the attic to look for the 
baton.

	"I'm sorry, honey.  I'm too busy to go rummaging around in that attic 
right now, and I don't think you should go up their, either.  That ladder is 
awfully unstable.  I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, " he said with 
genuine concern.

	"Well, why don't you hold the ladder for me?  I really need to get that 
baton.  I owe Ashley a big favor," she said with a pleading tone. 

	Steven's first instinct was to point out the obvious: if he had time to 
hold the ladder for her, he might as well go up there himself. Then the 
prospect took shape in his mind.  Steven's blood raced, and he felt a shiver 
overtake him.  His cock immediately began to harden.

	"Uh, OK honey, I'll hold the ladder for you, but be careful."  He thought 
he detected a slight quaking in his voice when he said this.  He hoped she 
hadn't noticed.

	"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, smiling broadly.  

	Steven followed Jenny up the stairs.  The entire way his eyes were 
riveted to her swaying ass which, though well concealed from view by the 
length of her skirt, was exceptionally well outlined by its tight denim fit.  
The anticipation of what might lay ahead caused his dick to became 
progressively harder.  He silently resolved to keep his expectations low.  If 
he could even catch a good short glimpse up her skirt, he would be ecstatic.

	As they entered the storage room, he turned on the light.  The ladder 
was in worse shape than he'd remembered.  One of the rungs was almost 
totally decayed.  

	"I'm a little scared of climbing this, daddy.  Maybe you should hold 
onto my ankles as well as the ladder.  That way you can catch me if I fall," 
she said anxiously.

	"OK," Steven said. "Don't worry, it's only about 12 feet up.  I'll keep a 
good hold on you."
	
	She looked at him with a faint smile, her blue eyes betraying unease.

	"OK," she said.

	She began to slowly climb the ladder, which creaked loudly as she 
ascended.  With each slow, careful step, her ass and panties were 
progressively revealed to Steven.  She stopped at the 6th rung and began the 
difficult task of opening the hatch, which was heavy and had a complicated 
latch mechanism.

	From this vantage point, Steven had an excellent view up Jenny's 
skirt.  He immediately recognized her panties as a skimpy white cotton pair 
with lace trim that he particularly liked.  Unfortunately, her legs were close 
together, so he didn't have a direct view of her crotch area.  He could, 
however, see ample amounts of Jenny's firm, creamy ass flesh emerging 
from the narrow confines of her panties.  He could also see how the tight 
cotton disappeared into her ass crack, headed for other territory.  

	Steven was trying to be discreet, so he kept his gaze downward, 
occasionally stealing brief glimpses.  His cock was rock hard and throbbing, 
and he sensed that his breathing was becoming more rapid.  It occurred to 
him that he was holding onto the ladder so firmly that he might break it.

	After a couple minutes of fumbling around with the hatch, she finally 
got it open.  She took a step up to the next rung and looked around in the 
darkened attic. The ladder creaked loudly.

	"Daddy, you need to hold onto my ankles.  In case I fall, I want to 
make sure that you can catch me," she said nervously.

	Steven grabbed Jenny's ankles tightly.  Her skin felt silky and smooth.  
Her head and arms were in the attic, which was too small and cluttered for 
her to enter, and he could hear her rummaging around through the junk.  
The ladder creaked again, and it occurred to him that he needed to hold onto 
the ladder as well as her ankles.  Another shivering blood rush came over 
him when he realized how he would accomplish this. 

	"Jenny, I need to hold onto the ladder too," he said.

	"OK," she replied absently, apparently concentrating on the task at 
hand.

	Steven then proceeded to pull her ankles apart slowly until her feet 
rested at either side of the rung she was standing on.  She didn't react, just 
continued rummaging around.  He quickly glanced upward.  He now had a 
perfect view of Jenny's pretty panties, which had narrowed and were riding 
deeply into her ass crack as a result of the spreading action.  Most 
importantly, he could see how her panties narrowly and tightly covered her 
crotch.  He could make out the distinct outline of her pussy lips bulging 
against the thin layer of fabric. He could also see several blond pubic hairs 
sticking out from under the fabric.  He quickly looked away. 

	She stood on her toes.  Her little feet clad in white flimsy socks 
emerged from her loose fitting loafers.  He could see the pronounced 
curvature of her arches.  Her calves bulged.  Steven couldn't stand it 
anymore.  He knew he was going to be more daring.  He didn't think that she 
could see what he was doing.  Anyway, he was willing to take the risk.

	His eyes traveled the length of her legs, from her dainty feet to her 
now more pronounced calves up past her silky thighs and to her ass and 
pussy area.  For the next several minutes while she rummaged around in the 
attic, he just stared, standing on his toes, his eyes no more than 12 inches 
from Jenny's barely concealed ass and cunt.  He inhaled deeply, and realized 
that he could smell the faint but distinctive odor of Jenny's pussy juices in 
the air.

	Turned on by the contact of his hands with her flawless skin, he 
squeezed more tightly.  Then he moved his hands upward from her ankles to 
her shapely calves.  Her skin was like silk! He moved his fingers slightly so 
as to subtly message her flesh.

	"Cool!  I found it," she said with elation. She looked down and smiled 
at him.  Fortunately, her statement provided him with enough warning to 
partially avert his gaze.  "I'm coming down, make sure I don't fall!"

	She took one step down the ladder, baton in hand.  Instead of moving 
his hand downward as her body descended, Steven instinctively slackened 
his grip and let his hands slide up her legs.  On the second step down, when 
Steven's hands were just above her knees, the rung suddenly snapped and 
she quickly slid down to the next rung, causing his hands to slide up her 
thighs, which he reflexively gripped tightly.  She let out a startled sigh of 
relief.  For a moment she stood there, with his hands gripping her fleshy 
thighs, several inches above her skirtline.  He suddenly let go and since she 
was only on the 4th rung, she jumped down to the floor. She landed in a 
crouch and stood up.  

	"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, and gave him a quick peck on the 
lips.  

	Steven was so hot for her at that moment that he wanted to rip her 
clothes off on the spot and violate her in every way imaginable.  Fortunately, 
he retained enough restraint to avoid this course of action.

	"You're welcome, hon.  Why don't you run along to Ashley's house.  
I've got a lot of work to do."

	With that, she turned around.  Steven was seized by a sudden impulse, 
and he did something that he'd never done before.  He took his hand and he 
whacked her denim clad ass, firmly.  She let out a high pitched squeaking 
noise, very faint but audible.  

	She turned around and flashed a embarrassed smile.  "Daaady!" she 
said, blushing slightly, her eyes wide with surprise.  She then walked to the 
front door and said, "I'll be back in a couple hours," and left.

	Steven immediately went into his room and began jerking off 
furiously.  He wanted her bad.  He wanted to do everything with her.  He 
wanted to examine every inch of her. He wanted to cup, to grab, to sniff, to 
taste, to squeeze her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her cunt. Then he wanted to 
fuck her with total abandon.  He wanted to ram his cock into her cunt hole so 
hard and so fast that she would be left begging for more.  Then he wanted to 
cum all over her, squirting huge globs of semen on her face, her breasts, in 
her mouth.

	He had the most jarring, intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life.  The 
orgasm was so powerful it was as if he was in a borderline state of 
consciousness for a while.  He had no idea how long he had ejaculated for, 
but it must have been at least a full 20 seconds.  Later that day, haunted by 
the image of his stepdaughter's luscious ass spread out before him, he 
brought himself to several more climaxes.

	Unfortunately, far from curing his fascination with his stepdaughter, 
his incredible voyeuristic success that day only increased the intensity of his 
interest, and consequently his frustration.  He knew that she'd be going off to 
college in a few months, and was determined to get as much relatively safe 
gratification as possible.  He knew he was going to start taking more liberties 
with her.

	These liberties took the form of increased physical contact.  Although 
Jenny and Steven had always been demonstrative, frequently hugging and 
kissing each other, Steven took it a step further.  Fortified by his apparent 
success after the ladder incident, he took to frequently patting Jenny on the 
behind, usually as a departing gesture when she would turn around to leave 
the room.  Her reaction was always either to ignore it or to let out some kind 
of high pitched squeaking sound.  Sometimes she would flash him an 
embarrassed smile and blush a little, sometimes not.  Because she did not 
appear to be put off by his behavior, he became increasingly daring, each 
time patting her butt a little more firmly, until it got to the point were he 
was whacking her quite hard.  On the occasions when he whacked her the 
hardest, the little sound she would make would be very  audible.  This 
turned Steven on and encouraged him to whack her with ever increasing 
force.

	In addition, he began to pursue the even riskier practice of patting her 
on her thighs.  He liked to do this especially when she wore her cheerleading 
outfit, because he could touch her creamy thighs just below her ass and 
pussy. .  Before she'd leave for school in her uniform, he'd say, "Bye, hon.  
Have fun at school,"  and he'd reach over and pat her on her upper thigh, 
sometimes even squeezing slightly.  Her reaction was always to smile 
innocently and go off to school.  The thought of this gorgeous nymph, this 
homecoming queen, this adolescent's wetdream, allowing her stepfather to 
touch her on her ass and thighs was almost as arousing to him as the actual 
contact.

	In spite of Steven's various tactile enterprises, he found himself 
desiring more.  If he could only see her naked ass, or watch her enormous 
breasts spring forth after being liberated from the confines of a tight bra, 
revealing what he imagined to be lovely pink aureoles and pebble hard 
nipples.  But most of all, he had to see that beautiful cunt of hers.

	As fate would have it, an opportunity would present itself one balmy 
spring evening.

Chapter 2

	Steven was working in his study when he heard the phone ring. Jenny, 
always the more probable recipient of evening phone calls, picked up the 
phone in the kitchen.  After a brief conversation the content of which was 
beyond the earshot of Steven, Jenny came into the study wearing a baggy 
sweatshirt and sweat pants, her hair in a ponytail.  

	"I need to go over to Ashley's tonight to help her study for her trig. 
test tomorrow.  She's in a real bind," she said.

	"Jenny, you know you aren't supposed to go out on school nights.  This 
is a rule that we've expressly agreed upon.  Besides, you've got your own 
homework to do,"  said Steven.

	"Oh, come on, daddy.  I'm finished with all my homework.  Beside, you 
usually let me go out for a while on weeknights, especially when it's school 
related."  She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in her usual manipulative 
way.

	Steven, of course, could never resist such treatment.   

	"Alright, go ahead, but be back soon," he said, realizing that he was 
being manipulated, but also understanding that Jenny was too sweet to leave 
her friend, who was failing several of her classes, in a difficult situation.  

	"Thanks, daddy," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've just gotta 
change, then I'm out of here."

	"Just make sure you're back in a few hours.  You've got to get up early 
for school."

	"OK, daddy."  She said from down the hall.  He could hear her trotting 
downstairs.  After a few minutes, he heard her voice calling up to him.

	"Daddy, have you seen my black jeans?"

	"Yeah, they're in the laundry."  Steven was in the habit of keeping 
track of the whereabouts of various articles of her clothing, so he was always 
the one to ask.

	"Darn," he heard her say, "I'm going to have to wear that old pair of 
jeans with the hole in the knee.  It's the only thing I have that isn't dirty.  
Could you do the laundry soon?"  

	The last comment fell upon deaf ears.  Steven was busy contemplating 
her choice of attire.  If the jeans that she referred to were the ones he 
remembered, she hadn't worn them in almost two years.  Steven recalled 
that they were awfully tight even then, and she'd filled out considerably.  He 
wondered how she would even manage to get them on.

	After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, Jenny came upstairs.  
Steven had moved to the kitchen, where he could see her as she came up.  
He could not believe his eyes. Somehow, she managed to get herself into 
those jeans.  They were simply the tightest fitting jeans that he'd seen 
anywhere.  They were an old, faded light blue, the kind with a triangular 
label on the butt pocket.  Looking her up and down, he could see that the 
straining denim had absolutely no slack, anywhere, even down around the 
ankles.  In fact, the stitching along her outer legs seemed almost pulled 
apart, straining heroically to contain Jenny's ample flesh.  Her ass was 
perfectly outlined, her large, spherical cheeks jutting outwards.  The back 
seem ran down the middle of her ass and took a perilous inward turn right 
into her butt crack.  Most importantly, he could see the distinctive form of 
Jenny's fat, bulging cuntlips and her deep crack sharply delineated by the 
crotch seem.  He'd never seen a pair of jeans that revealed so much of a girl's 
pussy form before.

	To make matters even more intolerable, she was wearing a tight half 
shirt, which revealed her flat, tanned midriff.  The mass of her breasts made 
the lower seem of her shirt rest many  inches away from her skin.  Steven 
knew that if he could gain the right vantage, he'd see the bottoms of her 
huge, bra clad titties underneath her shirt.

	"Gotta go.  See you later," she said.  He noticed that her hair was loose 
now, and she had put on some makeup.  He thought he detected a hint of 
perfume, and immediately became suspicious.  Why did she need to change 
out of her sweats, anyway, if she was going to study at Ashley's?  

	When she turned around, Steven cocked his hand back and gave her 
the hardest whack on her denim-lined ass that he'd ever given her, so hard 
in fact that she lurched forward, her breasts jiggling.  She squeaked loudly, 
turning around and flashing and embarrassed smile at him.

	"Aren't those jeans awfully tight?"  he said.

	"They're the only clean ones I have.  If you'd do the laundry, I'd have 
more to wear,"  she said.

	"Oh, you just hate to do little menial tasks, don't you princess?" he 
said, playfully pinching her cheek.  She giggled.  

	He smiled at her for a long moment.  "Just be back fairly soon," he 
said.

	"I will.  See you later," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek 
walking out the door more hastily than usual.

	Steven went downstairs and watched television for a while, 
preoccupied by Jenny's apparent deception.  Although he'd originally 
intended to retire early that night because he had a long day at work ahead 
of him, he decided to wait up for her instead.  Perhaps he could get some 
clue as to her suspicious behavior.  Maybe she was having a sexual interlude 
with some adolescent hormone case from school.

	As far as Steven knew, Jenny was still a virgin.  Though she'd had a 
couple of boyfriends, he was fairly certain that none of these relationships 
had developed to the point where she'd had intercourse.  Jenny's aunt, her 
mother's sister, who'd been very helpful to Steven in dealing with Jenny 
during the difficult period, talking to her about female issues and such, had 
maintained a maternal bond with Jenny over the years.  Her aunt was fairly 
liberal about sex, and she and Jenny had had a few heart-to-heart 
discussions about her love life.  In the guise of fatherly concern, Steven was 
able to convince her aunt to relate the substance of these conversations to 
him.  Apparently, Jenny had had several opportunities to have sex, but had 
turned them down.  Although she was interested, she'd felt very nervous 
and awkward on these occasions, and had decided to remain celibate until 
the right situation occurred.

	He wondered if that situation was occurring that evening, perhaps at 
that very moment.  He couldn't decide if the thought of her being fucked by 
someone angered or aroused him.  Perhaps it was a little of both.  In any 
case, if she getting fucked, he wanted to know about it.

	The time passed way beyond when she told him she'd return.  Steven 
was resolved to stay up until she came in, however late it was.  If for no 
other reason, he had to see her in that outfit once again, her jeans nearly 
bursting at the seems, strained by the flesh of her ass, pussy and legs.  

	When the time passed midnight, he went upstairs and situated himself 
on the living room couch so that he could see her as she came through the 
front door.  There he sat, nearly motionless in his preoccupation, until some 
time after 1:00 when he heard a jangling of keys, and the sound of the door 
opening very slowly.

	Jenny slipped in through the doorway. In the halflight of the 
entranceway, he could see the outline of her prodigious breasts as she 
turned to close the door gently behind her.  

	She must have noticed the dim light on next to the couch, as she 
immediately looked right at Steven, her expression confessing startled 
anxiety.

	"Come over here," he said with an authoritative tone.

	She began to slowly move towards him.  As she came closer, he 
noticed that her nipples were now hardened from being out in the cold.  He 
could make out her bulging labia, still clearly delineated by the tightness of 
her jeans.

	Then he smelled something unmistakable.  It was clearly the smell of 
alcohol.

	"Jenny, have you been drinking," he said.

	"No, daddy!" she said emphatically.

	"Jenny, you might as well tell me where you really went and what you 
were up to.  It'll only be a lot worse if you don't come clean."

	After what seemed like a long pause, Jenny let out a sigh and said, 
"Alright, daddy.  You know I can't lie to you.  Ashley and I went out to a 
drive-in with some boys from school.  They brought along some beer.  I only 
had couple."

	"And..." said Steven.

	"And nothing.  We didn't do anything," she said. 

	"You didn't do anything with those boys?" he said.

	She looked at him sheepishly.  "Uh, well, alright, we made out a little, 
but I swear that's all."

	"That's all," he said accusatorily.

	"That's all.  I swear daddy!"  

	She sounded sincere, at least as far as Steven could tell.  At any rate, 
he wasn't going to belabor the point.  Perhaps he'd get more detail from her 
later.  

	"Alright, I believe you.  But that's not the point.  The point is that you 
went out drinking, which you're not supposed to do.  But more importantly, 
you lied to me.  I think I'm going to have trouble trusting you in the future."

	"I know, I'm sorry, daddy.  I promise I'll be honest from now on!"  she 
said with a conciliatory smile.

	Steven's first inclination was to forgive her, and let her run along to 
her room.  He had never been a strict disciplinarian.  Besides, Jenny was 
generally a good girl, so that on those rare occasions when she did something 
wrong, he was usually inclined toward leniency.  But on this occasion, he was 
seized by a sudden impulse.  He felt flushed.  After he opened his mouth, the 
stream of words that came out from that point on was so alien to him, it was 
as if it came from a different person.

	"I'm sorry too, honey, but I'm just going to have to punish you for 
this," he said.

	"Punish me?" she said.  Her lower lip quivered.  She was on the verge 
of tears.

	"Jenny, you know I can't just let you get away with this behavior 
without learning a lesson," he said sternly.

	"But I HAVE learned my lesson," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

	"I'm sorry, but there are times when children need to be disciplined.  
I'm just going to have to give you a hard spanking for this."

	"Hmn?"  she said, as if she either hadn't heard him or couldn't believe 
her ears.

	"I'm going to give you a hard spanking,"  he said.

	"But, but, you haven't spanked me since I was 10, daddy.  I'm 
eighteen now!  Maybe you shouldn't do that," she said.

	"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you need discipline, and this in my judgment is 
the best way to administer it," he said unyieldingly.  "Come over here and lie 
face down over my knees.  You can rest your head on the couch.  Come on, 
snap to it."  He patted his thighs.

	There was a long pause, during which he stared at her determinately.  
Her brow furrowed with confusion.  

	"Come on," he said.  "We haven't got all night."

	After another pause, she said, "OK daddy," in a compliant and defeated 
tone.  Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek.  She walked over to 
him slowly and draped herself over his thighs.  He could feel her massive 
breasts dragging over his waist and causing his cock to stiffen even more 
than it already was.  Her face was now buried in the couch cushions and her 
denim-strangled ass was sticking straight up in the air. 

	Steven thought that she must have agreed because she figured that 
this punishment, though  humiliating, would be easier than any of a number 
of other punishments which he could have dished out, such as a lengthy 
grounding.  He was determined to disabuse her of this misconception.

	Steven reached around her waist and began tugging at her pants 
button.  She moved her hand down to intercept this maneuver. She turned 
her head towards him and said winingly, "You're going to take off my 
pants?"

	"Sure, that's the only way to make this a truly effective punishment."  
He said firmly.  "Your pants are coming off, and that's final."

	She continued looking at him tentatively for awhile, and then she 
removed her hand and turned her head back into the cushion.

	"OK, daddy," she said quiescently.

	Steven's cock was now rock hard.  He wondered if she could detect it.  
After all, she was laying directly over his crotch.  He reached under her and 
began tugging at her pants button, which proved especially  difficult to open, 
due to the friction created by the tight waist line of her pants.  He tugged 
harder, but the button was resilient and he began to think that he might 
exhaust himself just getting past this preliminary stage.

	"Jesus, Jenny.  These pants are so damn tight I can't even get the 
button open!"

	"I know.  I'm sorry daddy," she said softly, turning her tear-stained 
face to him.

	"Ok, well, I need you to unbutton your pants for me.  Come on, suck in 
that tummy and pop it open for me.  The faster you cooperate the sooner 
this will all be over."

	"Ok, d-daddy," she said, now sobbing in humiliation.

	She reached down, propping her ass up a little.  She fiddled around 
with it for a few seconds, then Steven heard a pop as the pant waist 
slackened around her.  Reaching down to pull her zipper, he could feel the 
fabric of her lacy cotton panties, and the cool smoothness of her exposed 
flesh.  He pulled the zipper all the way down.  Immediately, he could see the 
pants expand to accommodate the full mass of her partially liberated flesh. 
The waist line was so tight it had imprinted a rough crease into her smooth 
skin that circumvented her entire waist.

	The next task was even more difficult.  Steven grabbed the sides of 
the denim waist material and began to tug the pants downward, at first 
gently and then with considerable force as he began to realize the extent of 
the resistance.  It would be difficult to pull this tight fabric over Jenny's 
expansive, fleshy buttocks.  The pants gave way in small increments, slowly 
revealing first the top of her butt crack as it emerged above her pantyline, 
then the panties themselves.  Eventually, Steven worked the jeans down to 
where they were are the apex of her butt cheeks.  Then he gave them one 
hard tug, and they slid down to her thighs, revealing her entire panty 
encased ass. 

	Her ass was so round and well defined, there were natural creases in 
her flesh that formed a clear boundary between her ass and thighs. The 
panties were virtually nonexistent in the lower portion, as the tightness of 
the jeans had forced them into her ass crack.  Since her legs were together, 
he could not see her crotch region, but he imagined that they were also 
crammed way into her cunt crack as well.  He could already smell the faint 
aroma of her pussy juice.  

	Steven had come far enough that he wasn't going to stop short of his 
objective.  He grabbed her panties and began to tug downward, encountering 
resistance as he freed the cotton fabric from the confines of her ass and 
pussy cracks.

	"You're taking my panties off, daddy?" she said faintly through a 
whimper.

	Instead of replying, he yanked her panties and jeans all the way down 
to her knees. 

	There was his stepdaughter's gorgeous, bare naked ass, pointing 
towards the ceiling, waiting to be spanked.  

	"You've been an awfully bad girl!" said Steven.

	He wasted no time.  He immediately gave Jenny's ass a light whack.  
Her flesh jiggled in response, but its firmness caused it to quickly return to 
original form.  Next he whacked her a little harder.  She let out one of her 
faint, high pitched sounds. Then he decided to let go and he whacked her 
VERY hard.  She let out a loud squeal.  He whacked her several more times, 
alternating cheeks and not ignoring her upper thigh area.  Her punctuated 
utterances gave way to a continuous stream of whimpering and squealing.  It 
sounded somewhere across between a pain response and sexual ecstasy. As 
he increased his pace to an even greater furor, her whimpering and 
squealing became louder and more pronounced, to where Steven actually 
became concerned that the neighbors might hear.

	He took a brief pause.  He knew that he couldn't come this far without 
achieving his most precious goal.  He had to see Jenny's girlish cunt, now 
buried beneath the fleshy folds of her ass cheeks and thighs.  He suddenly 
understood the only way he could accomplish this.  He reached down to her 
feet and untied her dainty saddle shows, listening to each in turn drop to the 
floor.  This revealed her frilly white socks.  He then the grabbed top of her 
jeans and panties with one hand and in a single motion tugged them all the 
way off over her feet.  He heard them hit the floor.  Jenny did not respond 
but kept her head buried in the couch cushion.

	Now her entire lower half, her ass and legs, were completely exposed, 
except for her feet which were covered only by short white socks.  She was 
totally vulnerable.

	Steven ran one hand up the back of her right leg, starting at the 
contour of her foot, pressing his fingers hard against her flesh.  He then ran 
his hand over her now red ass cheeks, admiring their silky consistency. He 
raised his hand and started to whack her again with moderate force.  Again, 
she responded by moaning and squealing.

	This time, Steven balled up his other hand into a fist and inserted it 
between her lower thighs, as if to brace himself.  This caused her legs to part 
a few inches, which revealed Jenny's cunt to him.  Its tight, wet lips were 
puckered in the narrow confines of the opening recess between her ass 
cheeks and thighs. The heady scent of her cunt juice became more 
pronounced.  

	Steven began to spank her harder, and he lowered his target area to 
where he would have at least an indirect impact on her pussy region.  She 
responded to this by increasing the volume of her whimpering, and kicking 
it up an octave to the highest pitched sound that he'd ever heard emerge 
from her mouth.  She squirmed a little.  

	Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see Jenny's naked cunt 
spread wide before him.  With his nonspanking hand, he grabbed her right 
knee, and pushed it several inches away from her left leg, to the point where 
her right leg was dangling down to the floor.  Now he had a clear view of his 
stepdaughter's unusually meaty pussy.  Her public hair was light and sparse 
along her slit.  Her fat, pink cunt lips bulged out and he could see that her 
clit was swollen.  She was dripping wet.  He wanted to see more.  He wanted 
to see it all.

	"Honey," he said, "I need you to do something for me.  I can't do this 
right unless you spread your legs apart.  Can you do that for me?"

	There was a pause.  Then he heard her say, "Alright," in a sweet, 
innocent voice.  

	Jenny began to slowly spread her legs farther apart.  He was uncertain 
as to how far she would actually go.  To Steven's ecstatic amazement, she 
spread them all the way apart, resting one leg on the coffee table next to the 
couch.  She was virtually doing the splits.

	This action caused her fat, meaty cunt lips to part, revealing her tight 
little vaginal opening.  It also gave him a better view of her pink, swollen 
clit.  

	Steven couldn't resist the temptation.  He new that Jenny couldn't see 
what he was doing, and was not sure he cared anymore if she did.  While he 
was whacking her butt, he leaned over and moved his face very close to her 
crotch, to where his face was only an inch away from her dripping, open slit.  
He inhaled deeply, and was assaulted with the most intense aroma of the 
sweetest smelling pussy that he'd ever encountered.   

	At that moment, Steven wanted nothing more than to taste his 
stepdaughter's glistening young snatch.  He wanted to run his tongue up and 
down her slit, to suck hungrily on her fat lips, to nibble on her swollen clit.  
He wanted to feel her slippery cunt oils running over his chin and down his 
throat.  

	In the midst of his frenzied lust to consume this gorgeous creature 
that lay half-naked draped over his lap, a scintilla of rationality suddenly 
emerged.  It occurred to Steven that he'd probably already gone too far.  If 
he pushed this any further, there could be serious ramifications.  He resolved 
to bring this encounter to a close before things got out of hand.

	He decided he'd give her just a few more whacks and then let her get 
dressed.  While he was completing this final activity, he was seized by 
another impulse.  In between spanks, in one quick motion, Steven placed his 
hands on Jenny's now swollen red ass cheeks and spread them apart as far 
as he could.  This caused her cunt hole to expand to where he could see part 
of the fleshy pink interior of her virgin fuckcanal.  It also obscenely exposed 
her tight little puckered asshole, previously hidden by her converging ass 
cheeks.  

	He quickly resumed spanking and stopped after a few strokes.  He 
reached to the floor and picked up her panties.  

	"Here you go, sweetie," he said gently, sliding her panties up her long 
legs and tugging them over her swollen buttocks.  

	She got up and picked up her jeans and shoes from the floor.  There 
she stood, clothing in hand, looking at Steven, a little teary-eyed.  

	The interval seemed interminable.  Steven wondered how she was 
feeling.  Was she angry?  Was she aroused?  Was she ashamed?  He just 
wished she'd say something.

	"Daddy," she finally spoke.  "I'm sorry I lied to you."

	Steven was almost taken aback by the total sincerity of her tone.

	"It's OK honey," he said softly. "I think you've learned your lesson.  All 
this will be forgotten tomorrow."  

	She smiled broadly.  "I love you, daddy," she said. 

	He was still sitting on the couch.  She came over and rapped her arms 
around him, as he buried his face between her enormous breasts.  He stayed 
that way for what seemed like a long while, feeling engulfed by the mass of 
her breasts.  Then she disengaged, turned around, and walked off, jeans and 
shoes in hand.  He watched as her swollen red butt, sharply contrasted with 
her bright white panties, disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.

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Chapter 3
	
	For several weeks following this incident Steven was a model of 
restraint.  It wasn't so much that he was feeling guilty about the liberties 
that he'd taken with his stepdaughter, at least not from a moral or legal 
standpoint.  After all, they weren't blood relatives, he'd never adopted her, 
and she was at least barely of legal age.  So he probably hadn't done 
anything illegal. 

	But that wasn't the point.  Steven knew that if anyone found out about 
what had happened between them he could get into serious trouble.  At the 
very least, he faced possible condemnation and alienation from family and 
friends.  Steven became more and more concerned that Jenny might confide 
in her aunt or possibly one of her friends.  He was also concerned that she 
might have been negatively affected by their strange interlude.  God knows 
he'd read and heard plenty of psychobabble about raising children with 
proper boundaries.  He hoped that he hadn't left her with any permanent 
emotional scares.

	Her own behavior left him perplexed.  She acted no differently than 
before: going to school; doing her cheerleader workouts; coming home and 
discussing the ins and outs of her day with him; doing her homework; and 
sometimes going out on weekend nights.  Moreover, her attitude toward him 
seemingly remained unaltered.  Although he had become physically 
standoffish with her, she continued to give him hugs and light pecks on his 
mouth as before.  

	Steven became progressively frustrated with Jenny's cryptic "normal" 
behavior.  He knew she was a little naive, but she certainly wasn't stupid.  
She had to know that their relationship had suddenly taken on a 
certain...carnal subtext.  If she was interested in taking it further, why didn't 
she give him some sign, at least a subtle indication.  But if she was 
displeased with what had happened between them, why did she continue to 
act as if nothing had happened?  Perhaps she was in denial.  Either way, 
Steven determined that taking his impulses any further with her would be 
unthinkable.  He resolved to content himself with autostimulation and 
fantasy until she left for college.

	That resolution abruptly ended one evening.

	Steven was laying in his bed watching TV when Jenny came into the 
room wearing her cheerleading uniform.  She had just returned from a late 
running workout and her nubile limbs glistened with perspiration.  The first 
thing that Steven noticed was that the top button of her tight west was open, 
allowing her generous cleavage to escape upward and outward.  He 
wondered if she had worn it this way at practice while she jumped up and 
down, and who might have been watching her.

	She sat down on the bed next to him, looking fatigued.

	"God daddy.  I'm seriously exhausted.  Thompkins had us practicing 
this new routine for over 3 hours.  I mean, what's with her, anyway?  This is 
pep squad, not cross-country!"

	"Yeah, you look pretty worn out, sweetie.  It's good exercise, though.  
Maybe you should relax for a while before starting your homework."

	She sighed, grimacing a little at the sound of the "H" word.  "Yeah, Ok, I 
think I'm gonna go watch the tube for a while.  Jeopardy's on in a few 
minutes."  

	With that, she got up and went over to pick up her backpack that 
she'd dropped on the floor.  In doing so, she bent over completely at the 
waist.  Steven's eyes immediately riveted to Jenny's lavish bottom, now 
completely in view. She wore an old pair of light pink panties, with a few 
small holes, and a brown teddy bear print.  Steven's cock immediately began 
to throb.  To make matters worse, she fumbled around with the pack for 
several seconds before returning to her feet, apparently zipping it up.  When 
she shifted her weight, causing the panties to ride further up into her ass 
crack, Steven snapped.  His libido immediately staged a coup d'itat on his 
brain.  He didn't know what, but he was going to do something.

	He noticed her rubbing her back and moaning softly as she hoisted the 
pack over her shoulder.

	"Hey Jenny, why don't you hang around here for bit," he said, patting 
the mattress beside him.  "I was gonna watch Jeopardy anyway.  We can just 
hang out and be lazy for a while.  I'm kind of tired too."

	She turned and smiled, dropping her pack to the floor again.  "Great 
daddy.  That sounds cool.  I didn't really feel like starting my homework for 
a while anyway."
	 	
	She sat down at the side of the bed, expelling a sigh of exhaustion.

	"You know, sometimes I wish I'd never joined the pep squad," she 
said.

	Steven didn't reply.  He was busy thinking about what it would be like 
to lick the sweat off her smooth, tanned thighs.

	"God, daddy.  That was the most intense practice I've ever had.  Every 
muscle in my body is aching.  My feet are killing me."  She reached down 
and rubbed her foot through her white canvas shoe.  Then she slumped back 
and closed her eyes.

	"Let me rub your feet, honey.  It'll make you feel better," said Steven.

	She let out an anticipatory moan.  "That would be incredible.  Did 
anyone ever tell you you're the greatest dad in the world?"

	Steven didn't reply.  He just smiled at her as she positioned herself at 
the head of the bed and he kneeled down directly in front of her.  
Immediately, he could see a little of her panty crotch revealed by the recess 
between her thighs and her short, pleated skirt.

	He slid both of her white glittery canvas shoes off, revealing her 
smallish feet, covered by flimsy white socks.  Her arches were especially 
pronounced.

	Using both hands, he began vigorously rubbing the underarch of her 
left foot. She sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes.

	"Oh, that feels so good, daddy."

	He had total control of her leg position.  Gradually, as he stroked her 
little sock clad foot, he moved her left leg to the side, until her legs were 
spread several inches apart.  He now had a perfect view of the crotch of her 
pink cotton panties.  He noticed something unusual.  The panties were 
extremely damp in the crotch area, so much so that they clung to the 
contours of her bulging pussy.  Steven reasoned that the intense physical 
activities in her cheerleading practice must have caused her to secrete pussy 
juice into her clingy panties.  She must have been creaming in this manner 
for a while, as her panties were almost completely drenched.

	He stroked her feet for a while longer, listening to her occasional 
moans of approval.  He was intrigued by the disproportionately small size of 
her feet relative to the rest of her body.  Seized by a sudden impulse, he 
pressed his lips to the underarch of her right foot.

	"Mmmmm," was her response, her eyes still closed.

	He then kissed her on the ball of her foot, on her heal and then again 
on her underarch, this time sucking a bit and creating a damp spot on her 
sock.  He enjoyed exploring the contour of her foot with his mouth, the 
slightly coarse texture of her socks, and the faint but distinctive odor that 
they gave off.  

	After a few minutes, his hands moved from her feet to her shapely 
calves, which he began to rub.  The texture of her smooth, tanned skin was 
extremely arousing.  His dick was now rock hard.  

	"Oh, that feels great.  My legs are killllling me!" she said.

	After doing this for a short time, Steven began to consider moving on 
to other territory.  He looked up at her creamy thighs and her clinging wet 
panties.  Briefly, he considered messaging her thighs.  Then he got a different 
idea.

	He glanced further upward.  She was breathing deeply, and her 
massive breasts, clad in a wrinkled, undersized vest  were heaving up and 
down slowly.  He wanted to reach up, grab the top of her vest, and rip it 
open violently, causing the buttons to fly and her massive bra clad breasts to 
spring forth into his waiting hands.  Instead, he opted for a more tactful 
approach.

	"Hey Jenny, why don't you lie down on your stomach so I can give you 
a good back message.  I bet that'll feel really nice," he said, a little too 
enthusiastically.

	"Oh, that's a great idea, daddy.  God, what did I do to deserve such 
royal treatment!" she said as she stretched herself out face down on the bed.

	He slid himself up over her long, tanned legs, being careful to brush 
himself over her pleated miniskirt, causing it to slide all the way up to her 
waist. This revealed his stepdaughter's entire big round ass, covered by one 
piece of bare stretch cotton. He noticed that the wetness that he'd previously 
observed extended all the way around to her rear crotch area as well.  The 
thin cotton clung to her like wet tissue paper in this area.

	In spite of her sudden exposure, Jenny did not comment or react in 
any way.  Either she was blissfully unaware of what was happening or 
secretly enjoying her stepfather's perverse leering.  Steven couldn't decide 
whether he was more turned on by the thought that she liked being ogled 
and felt up by him, or by the thought that she might be so innocently 
unaware of her sexuality as to be ignorant of the implications of what was 
happening.

	He began to message her shoulders and neck.  He started off very 
gently, but his manipulations became progressively  deeper and more 
vigorous.  Her cool tan skin felt very nice.  Her muscles were somewhat tense 
from her extreme physical exertion earlier that day.

	She responded by moaning loudly with pleasure.  "Oh, that feels 
sooooo good!  Why don't you message my back, daddy."

	"OK, honey.  That's a good idea.  But I can't really give you a good back 
message unless you take off your top," he said.  Steven honestly believed 
this to be a relatively safe request at this juncture, given what Jenny had let 
him see already.

	Instead of reaching for the straining buttons on her vest, however, she 
immediately sat up and moved her arms upward over her chest, a sort of 
protective motion.  He noticed that the second button of her vest had come 
undone, revealing cavernous cleavage.

	"Take off my top?  I don't know about that.  Maybe you should just 
message me through the fabric," she said self-consciously.  

	Steven was perplexed by her sudden modesty. Why was she willing to 
let him leer at her legs, ass, and even her pussy, but reluctant to expose her 
bra clad breasts to him?  Perhaps she'd always felt different from other girls, 
owing to her unusually large bust. Maybe this aberrant self-image caused 
her to experience embarrassment at the prospect of exposing this part of her 
body to a man for the first time.  Steven knew that this was going to take 
some coaxing.

	"It's OK, honey.  It's just me.  You don't need to feel self-conscious," he 
said.

	"I don't know," she said, holding her arms tightly over her chest.

	"OK, look.  It would be nice to give you a real message.  But it's no big 
deal.  If you don't want to do it, that's fine," he said gently.

	After what seemed like a long pause, she said, "If I do, do you promise 
that you won't laugh at me?"

	"Laugh at you!  Why would I do that?"

	"I don't know," she said.  Then there was a long pause where she sat in 
apparent indecision, absently biting her lower lip.  Finally, she said, "OK, 
daddy."

	Steven felt exhilarated when after what seemed like an eternity, 
Jenny finally started tugging at the next button of her undersized vest.  His 
cock stiffened and throbbed in anticipation of what he was about to behold, a 
sight never before witnessed by anyone, at least by no man.

	As she popped the buttons, one by one, her chest expanded outward, 
freed of the confining fabric of her vest.  First  her considerable cleavage was 
exposed, then the whole of her voluminous breasts, encased in a layer of 
tight white satin.

	There she sat, blushing and smiling coyly at Steven, with two 
enormous globes jutting straight out from her chest, creamy flesh oozing out 
along the entire boundary her the tight bra.  Her nipples were extremely 
erect, like pebbles. 

	Steven couldn't help himself.  He just sat there leering at his 
stepdaughter's gorgeous adolescent tits, wondering if he could restrain 
himself from reaching out and touching them.  Jenny began blushing more 
deeply, and after about a half-minute of this blatant, perverse ogling, she 
moved her arms up to cover herself.

	"Daddy!" she said.

	Steven shook his head a bit, as if snapping himself out of a daze.  "I'm 
sorry, honey.  I just can't believe how much you've grown.  You're really 
becoming a woman!"  This time he knew his voice was quaking.

	Instead of replying, Jenny once again stretched herself out face down 
on the bed.  Steven immediately went to work on her back. 

	He messaged her back deeply for several minutes as she moaned and 
squeaked in pleasure.  He worked her shoulders, then moved downward, 
sliding his hands under her bra strap.  He messaged the small of her back, 
and slid his fingers under her skirtwaist, messaging around her upper ass 
crack, and feeling the lacy border of her clingy panties. She wiggled her butt 
slightly and cooed softly.

	After working her backside for a long while, he slid his hand under 
her belly, admiring her smooth, flat midriff.  Then he casually moved his 
hands upward and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the satin encased 
flesh.  He could feel her hardened nipples protruding outward against his 
palms.  

	Then she sat up, turned and looked at him tentatively, his hands still 
cupping her breasts gently.  There was a brief interlude of intense eye 
contact.

	"Daddy, you shouldn't-"

	He cut her off in midsentance by squeezing her tits firmly, crushing 
her spongy flesh against her chest.  Her expression changed.  She closed her 
eyes.

	"Oh, daddy!  That feels nice, but-" 

	He ignored her fragmented protestations.  With abandon, his hands 
began to fondle and explore Jenny's breasts through the cool satin.  He 
squeezed them, pinched them, pressed them together, trying in vain to get 
his hands around them.  When he pinched her hardened protruding nipples, 
she let out loud girlish squeal.

	"Oh God.  What are you doing to me daddy?  I can't believe you're 
squeezing my boobs!"  she said through coarse and rapid breathing.

	"I'm going to take off your bra," he said. "I have to see your tits."  She 
didn't reply, her mouth open and eyes glazed over in an apparent daze.  He 
reached around behind her and undid the hook of her bra.  Her breasts burst 
forward, freed from their constraints.  They were two perfect cream colored 
semi-spheres.  Her aureoles were large, soft pink, nipples jutting out 
prominently.

	"My God, Jenny.  You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen!" 
he said with more sincerity than had ever passed through his lips.

	She blushed, smiling with obvious pride.  "Really?" she said.
	
	Instead of answering this rhetorical query, he cupped her bare breasts 
with his hands.  He then squeezed, watching her firm flesh exude between 
his fingers.  He flicked her nipples with his thumbs.  

	He then brought her face close to his, with the intention of locking lips.  
She briefly pulled away.  Then she leaned forward, and pressed her lips hard 
against his.  Surprised by his stepdaughter's intense reciprocation, Steven 
began kissing her passionately, probing her mouth deeply with his tongue. 
The inside of her mouth was warm and tasted tangy, as if she'd eaten 
something spicy for lunch.  He reached under her skirt and fondled her soft 
round ass, sliding his hand downward deeply into her crack.  Her crotch was 
a gooey mess, all slimy cunt meat and sopping fabric.  He rubbed hard on the 
steamy mass.  She moaned loudly in the midst of their oral embrace.  The 
sound came out muffled and girgled as she pulled back, coughing slightly.  
He could see saliva dripping down her chin and he could taste her saliva in 
his mouth. 

	He then pulled her back and they began exploring each others' mouths 
in a frenzy.  With one hand, Steven alternately squeezed her breast and 
pinched her nipple.  With the other, he rubbed hard against the thin layer of 
cotton covering her pussy, cramming the fabric way up into her slimy crack.  
He then yanked the fabric to the side, plastering it to her inner thigh, and 
ran two fingers along the entire length of her warm, moist slit.  Again, she let 
out a muffled grown in the midst of their salivary interplay. 

	After a brief exploration, he found her opening and inserted his finger 
into her tight, young vagina.  She immediately disengaged her mouth and 
threw her head back, her eyes wide with shock.

	"So, what do you think?  You like the feel of this  sweetie?"  he said, 
wiggling his finger and producing an obscenely audible sloshing sound from 
deep inside Jenny's virginal cunt.

	"I don't know.  I mean, your finger is all the way inside my, my..."  
Then he inserted a second finger. "Good.  It feels...good." He jiggled both 
fingers.  "Good?  God, it feels INCREDIBLE daddy!!!!!"

 	He began thrusting both fingers in and out of his stepdaughter's now 
expanded vaginal opening, slowly but firmly.  The walls gripped him tightly, 
barely accommodating the second finger.  Both were coated with her flowing 
pussy oils.  Her moans and squeaks increased in volume, now in synch with 
the rhythm of Steven's penetrating digits.  He increased his pace until he was 
finger fucking her very rapidly, and could feel the increasing influx of her 
vaginal secretions around his invading fingers.  Pussy juice began to drip 
from her straining hole onto his hand and into the already permeated fabric 
of her panties.  Then he suddenly removed his fingers.   She let out a 
tremendous moan.

	He pulled his now slickened fingers up to his mouth. His face close to 
hers, he stared lasciviously at her. Inhaling deeply and experiencing the 
sweet, pungent scent, he began licking and sucking on his fingers, hungrily 
lapping up her pussy juices.  She sat motionless, her mouth open and eyes at 
half mast.  Her expression was almost listless, an amalgam of shock and 
dizzying arousal. Silently, she listened to lewd sucking and slurping noises as 
her stepfather partook of her bodily fluid.

	After staring at her intensely for a while, he said, "I'm going to take 
off the rest of your clothes.  I want you completely naked."

	She looked at him tentatively, then began to nod.  

	"Daddy," she said, gulping slightly. "I've, uh, never done anything like 
this before. I'm a little nervous.  I'm not really sure if I know what to do."

	"That's Ok," he said, a tone of paternal assurance almost eclipsing the 
lustful undercurrent in his voice. "We won't do anything you don't want to 
do, and we'll take it as slow as you want."

	"OK, that's fine," she said.  "But what I mean is, I'd rather if you were 
in control.  I'd rather just do whatever you tell me to do."

	"You mean," he said, suddenly halting as an unparalleled shivering 
blood rush of lust came over him, "you mean, you'll do anything I tell you?"

	"OK," she said, softly and innocently.

	"Anything?"

	She nodded. There was a long pause.

	"Ok.  I want you to lie down on your stomach.  I'm gonna take off your 
skirt and panties.  I want to examine your ass and your tight little snatch," 
he said with a hint of authority in his voice.

	"My....snatch?" she said.

	"Yeah, your SNATCH.  You don't know what that means?" he said with 
amazement.

	"Uh, no.  I've never heard the word," she said softly.

	"Really?  Well, it must be a generational thing.  It means 'cunt.'"  

	"Oh," she said, covering her mouth and looking embarrassed.

	"Alright, so now you know.  Now lie down and spread your legs for me 
so I can examine your little snatch!"  he said commandingly.

	"Ok," she said, responding instantly to his sudden harsh language and 
authoritarian tone.  She stretched herself out on the bed before him.

	He unzipped her pleated cheerleader skirt, and slid it off over her 
tanned, meaty legs.  She lay there now clad in only her clingy light pink 
cotton panties, covering a small portion of her fleshy ass cheeks. He hooked 
his fingers under the bands of the wet garment and toyed with it briefly. 
Then with one harsh yank her ripped it off her, her body jerking upwards in 
response.  Startled, she turned her head and watched him hold the tattered 
remains of her panties up to his face and inhale her aromas, shoving its 
crotch into his mouth and sucking lewdly.  She was now completely naked 
save her frilly white socks.

	Tossing her panties aside, he said, "God, you've got the sweetest 
tasting pussy!"

	Instead of replying, she looked at him quizzically, as if waiting for his 
next instruction.

	"Alright, Jenny, I want you to spread your legs apart for me.  Can you 
do that for your daddy?  I want you to show daddy your tight little cunt."

	She immediately began to spread her legs apart slowly, to where they 
formed a 45 degree angle.  He could now see her glistening snatch more 
clearly now, its fat, meaty slips bulging out.  

	"Jenny," he said with authority.  "I need you to spread them further.  I 
need you to spread them all the way.  I want to see your clit, and your little 
fuckhole.  Can you do that for me?  C'mon, spread 'em sweetie."

	She began slowly spreading them further.  Steven impatiently 
grabbed her thighs and spread them as far as they would go. Her slit opened 
up to him, revealing her tiny hole and her hardened, pebble-sized clit.  She 
whimpered softly, wriggling her butt up and down.

	Taken by impulse, he raised his hand and gave her ass a hard whack.  
Her flesh jiggled and she let out a startled squeal.  Then he grabbed her ass 
cheeks and spread them all the way apart, revealing her tight asshole.  He 
spread her cunt lips with his thumbs, opening her hole even further.  He 
played with her cunt for a few moments, slapping it lightly and watching the 
meat jiggle, tugging at her clit, prying her large ass cheeks apart and leering 
at the exposure of her asshole and cunt together in such close proximity.

	She turned her head toward him, a deep blush on her face.

	"Do you like my ... snatch, daddy?"

	"It's a hot little cunt, honey.  Stick your ass further up in air so I can 
get a better look at it," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.

	She did as he requested, thrusting her butt upwards, spreading her 
legs as wide as they would go.  He could almost see clear into her vagina 
from this view, but the opening was so narrow that his view was still mostly 
occluded.  He leaned down and put his face near her open slit.

	"You like showing me your ass and pussy, don't you, you naughty little 
girl?"  

	She didn't respond.

	"You like to be leered at, don't you?  That's why you wear such short 
skirts and tight tops.  I'll bet when you're cheerleading out on the field, you 
frequently bend over for long periods to pick up your pom-poms or 
something.  I'll bet you get real horny at the thought of guys looking up your 
skirt, at your barely covered ass and cunt.  I'll bet you even sometimes move 
the crotch of your panties aside slightly so guys can see some of your pubic 
hair or even part of your cuntmeat hanging out.  I'll bet that really turns you 
on. Doesn't it.  DOESN'T it!"  he said, the last statement accompanied by a 
hard whack on Jenny's naked ass.

	"Yes, yes!" she said.  "I'm a bad girl.  I like to let guys look up my 
skirt!"
	
	"OK, little girl," he said, his eyes locked on his stepdaughter's open 
cunt.  "I'm going to punish your naughtiness by sucking the juices out of this 
smelly little cunt of yours."

	He lowered his head, slowly bringing his mouth to bear on Jenny's 
now totally exposed pussy.  He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling her aroma, 
then extended his tongue and ran it up the entire length of her open slit.  

	"Ooooh!" she moaned, moving her ass up and down, encouraging 
greater friction between his tongue and her sensitive meat.

	He ran his tongue all over his stepdaughter's delicious pussy, not 
concentrating on any particular area, just appreciating its unique taste and 
meaty texture.  He made loud slurping noises as her juices ran over his lips 
and onto his tongue.  

	"Oh God.  I've never felt anything like this before.  You make me feel 
so good!"  she said amongst loud moans and heavy pants.  

	Steven pulled his tongue away.  She began jiggling her butt and 
making a low whining noise.

	"You like it when daddy licks your hot little cunt, don't you?  Don't 
you, little girl?"  he said teasingly.

	"Yeah, please don't stop," she said pleadingly.

	"You want daddy to start really eating your pussy, don't you?" he said.

	"Please!" 

	Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, bringing his 
mouth once again to Jenny's glistening pink snatch.  This time, rather than 
extending his tongue, he put his lips around her fat lips and swollen clit, 
sucking all of her meat into his open mouth at once.  She let out a muffled 
moan, as if trying to suppress a scream.

	Then he began to suck hard and longingly, messaging her submerged 
pussy meat with his tongue inside his mouth.  He could taste the copious 
juices emerging from her hole, running over his tongue and down his throat.

	She started wriggling her butt frantically, thrusting it backwards, as if 
attempting to force her now ecstatic pussy down Steven's throat.

	He released Jenny's cunt lips and began concentrating on her clit, 
licking it, biting it, and sucking on it hard.  Once again, he inserted two 
fingers into her cunthole, feeling her hot, velvety insides.  He slid them in 
and out vigorously as he messaged her swollen clit with his tongue and lips.  
She moaned deeply, occasionally uttering loud, high pitched screams.  Her 
rhythmic ass wriggling gave way to a frantic, aimless, jerking motion.  With 
his other hand, he grabbed an ass cheek, squeezing her flesh and partially 
steadying her motion which was causing him some difficulty in maintaining 
his precise focus on her clit.  He stuck his nose deep into her slit, sniffing, 
sucking hard and reaming out her tight canal with his fingers.  Her body 
began to quiver and shake.  Her vaginal sheath began rapidly contracting 
and loosening around his invading fingers.  Her moans became longer and 
deeper. She was cumming hard, her juices gushing out into his mouth, 
dripping onto the bedsheets.  He disengaged his mouth and looked up at her 
face.  He continued his finger fucking and began stroking her clit with his 
thumb.

	He could see that her head was drawn back, her mouth open and eyes 
closed.  Her lips and chin were coated with her own saliva.  He could see a 
wet spot and apparent teeth marks in the sheet below her.

	"You're cumming, baby.  Your hot snatch is gushing cum juice all over," 
he said, frantically fucking and messaging her pussy with his fingers.

	Her vocalization became one continuous moan, alternating in pitch to 
the rhythm of her spasming orgasm. She was at her peak, and Steven could 
see the vague outline of a smile emerging on her lips.  He observed her for 
what seemed like over a minute, simultaneously catalyzing and admiring the 
fabulous ecstasy that she was experiencing.  
 
	Suddenly, her moans gave way to a soft panting and her body relaxed.  
He removed his fingers.  She turned and stared at him, speechless, donning 
an expression of startled amazement.

	"You like that, huh?"  he said.

	She nodded.

	"How would you like to experience that again?"

	"Yes please," she said softly.

	"Ok, turn over," he said, giving her now sweaty ass a playful whack.  
He could see that she had to peel the sheet off of her sweaty body as she 
turned over.

	"Alright, first I want you to do something for me."

	"What daddy?"

	"Well Jenny.  You know those tits of yours?  Well you know I really 
LOVE those things.  I don't know how closely you look at other girls, but the 
truth is, you're seriously stacked, honey.  You've gotten the biggest, fattest, 
firmest fucking tits I've ever seen!"

	"Oh daddy!" she said, blushing hard in extreme embarrassment as her 
hand covered her mouth.

	"You know I've been thinking about them for a long time.  In fact, I 
can't seem to get the image out of my mind.  And I have this recurring 
fantasy.  The fantasy is you shaking your big titties in front of me, then 
burying my face in them.  Can you do that for me, Jenny?  Can you shake 
those titties for me?"

	"Daddy!" she exclaimed, now grinning self-consciously.

	"Come on, honey.  Do it for me.  Shake those knockers around!"

	She bit her lower lip a little and said, "Ok" very softly.  She then thrust 
her massive chest forward a little and began to shake her torso slightly.  
Though her motion was slight, the effect was tremendous.  Her breasts 
wobbled about obscenely.
	
	"Oh yeah.  Come on, that's it.  You are so fucking hot.  Shake 'em up 
baby!"

	Seemingly pleased by his encouragement, she began shaking them 
around enthusiastically, proudly thrusting her chest way out before him.  
Her enormous flesh mounds bounced and wobbled about crazily, and made 
an odd slapping noise as they crashed together.  She began giggling girlishly, 
at first softly then much louder as her stepfather's eyes remained riveted to 
the chaotic flesh dance that was occurring atop her sweaty chest.  At one 
point, she stopped shaking side to side and began bouncing up and down on 
her haunches against the springy mattress.  Her breasts slapped up and 
down loudly in an incredible range of motion.  She was giggling and 
squealing the way a ten-year-old girl does when she jumps up and down on 
her bed.  She was obviously self-amused and having a great time.
  
	At one point, Steven grabbed her and pulled her to him, burying his 
face between her tits.  He moved his head about, wallowing in his 
stepdaughter's luxurious flesh.

	She giggled.  "Oh daddy, that tickles!  You didn't shave today, did 
you?"  she said with a mock scolding tone.

	Steven didn't reply.  He just smiled as he repositioned himself and 
began to suck on one of her huge areolae, running his tongue about her 
hardened nipple.

	"Ooooh, that feels nice, daddy."

	"Your titties are pretty sensitive, aren't they, sweetie?"

	"Yeah."

	"Ok, why don't you lay down now."

	She did as requested, laying back on the mattress.  Her breasts 
glistened, heavy and wide as they settled against her chest.  Her nipples 
were still hard.  He reached out and fondled her breasts, pushing them 
together and squeezing firmly.  He leaned forward and began to suckle her 
nipples. She moaned softly in approval.  Then he squeezed one breast harder 
at its base, forcing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible.  He was 
able to get only a small portion of her breast into his mouth.  When it was 
completely full with as much as he could take, he began to suck, licking her 
nipple with his tongue inside his mouth.  With his other hand he explored 
Jenny's youthful body, running it over her stomach, squeezing her ass and 
thighs.  After a long interval of sucking on one breast then the other, he slid 
his hand to her snatch and could tell from its influx of moisture that she was 
becoming aroused once again.

	"Ok, my sweet little girl.  I know what you need now.  You need a 
good, hard fucking.  You need me to slide my hard cock all the way into your 
tight, virginal fuckhole," he said.

	She nodded.  "Alright, daddy," she said.  He could see her gaze shifting 
to the obvious bulge in his pants.   "Do you, uh, think you'll be able to get it 
all the way in?  I mean, I've never..."

	"I know, honey.  We'll just have to give it a try and see," he said.

	"Is it, like, really big?" she said with concern, her eyes riveted to his 
now prominent erection.

	"Well, why don't you just take it out and see for yourself.  C'mon, I 
know you want to see daddy's cock, don't you?" 

	She just continued staring in mixed fascination and nervousness.

	"C'mon, Jenny, take your daddy's hard cock out of his pants."

	She tentatively reached out and tugged at his pants button.  It popped 
open and she unzipped him all the way.  She could see his stiff cock straining 
against the fabric of his underwear.  She then pulled his pants and 
underwear down to his thighs.  His cock sprang forth, rock solid, bobbing 
about before his stepdaughter's face.

	Though Steven's cock was average in length, it was extremely thick, 
probably thicker than Jenny's wrists.  Steven was a little concerned about 
whether or not he would be able to penetrate Jenny's virginal cunt.  He 
recalled that his first girlfriend in high school had been a virgin at the time 
they first had sex.  He remembered that he'd only accomplished his objective 
on that occasion with considerable difficulty, hoping that on this occasion 
Jenny's natural lubricant would be sufficient to allow for full penetration.

	"Why don't you touch it before I fuck your tight little cunt with it.  Go 
ahead," he said.

	She reached out and grabbed it, closing her eyes.  She gripped loosely 
around the shaft with one hand, then brought the other up over the head.  
She moved her hands all about his engorged organ, experiencing its shape, 
texture and consistency.  Her manipulations started out very gentle but 
became increasingly vigorous as time went on.  At some point, Steven 
decided that the stimulation was too much.  He wanted to save himself for a 
good, hard fuck, the best fuck of his life.  He pulled her hands away.

	"Ok, that's enough. I'm gonna fuck you now."

	She nodded, alternating her gaze between his face and his throbbing 
prick.  "Do you think we should use some, uh, Vaseline or something?"

	"No, I think we'll try it natural at first.  If it's too difficult, we'll try a 
lubricant," he said.

	"So, uh, what should I like, do now?" she said.

	"Lie back, spread your legs, and cock them up over my shoulders.  I'll 
do the rest."  

	"OK, daddy."  

	She did as she was told.  Her feet were now resting on Steven's 
shoulders.  He paused for a moment and stroked her shapely legs, admiring 
the contrast between her perfect tanned flesh and the bright white of her 
sweaty socks.  He looked down.  There was this beautiful girl, object of the 
masturbatory fantasies of every straight male adolescent that crosses her 
path, laying before him, stark naked, legs spread, cunt spread, waiting to be 
fucked by him.  

	Rapture.

	He leaned forward, pushing her legs back.  He grabbed his cock and 
guided the head to her tiny pussy opening.  He might have been concerned 
about not using protection had he not been sterile from a vasectomy he 
received several years earlier. Slowly, he began to work the head in.  She 
started emitting a faint but continuous moan.  Though she was very tight, he 
was able to insert the entire head.  

	Her head was cocked back, eyes closed, painted fingernails gouging 
into the bedsheets at her sides.  He knew this was going to be difficult, so he 
grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs further apart.  He pushed and 
encountered serious resistance, in spite of the ample hot lubricant that he 
could feel around his throbbing cock in her tight hole.

	"Jenny, you need to open your cunt further for me.  Use your hands," 
he said.

	She did as she was told, bringing her hands around and using her 
fingers to spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could.  He leaned forward 
for increased leverage, so that his cock was entering her at a nearly vertical 
angle.  The combination of this and Jenny's action did the trick. Her cunthole 
expanded to accommodate the invading thickness of his cock.  His cock began 
to slide down into her, slowly but steadily.  She whimpered, biting her lower 
lip. Steven thought he could detect an occasional pain wince from her.

	"Are you OK?" he said. "If this is too painful, I'll pull it out."

	"No," she said, panting, his rock hard cock now a third of the way into 
her. "It hurts a little, but it feels so good.  I want to feel it all the way inside 
of me.  Please don't stop till it's all the way in!"

	He pressed on, immersing himself in the exquisite caress of Jenny's 
vagina.  At some point, he again experienced resistance.  Realizing that he'd 
reached the critical point, he knew that the only way to handle it was to be 
quick and get it over with as soon as possible.  He pulled back slightly, then 
thrust forward hard, feeling the membrane snap and give way more easily 
than he'd expected.  She winced slightly.

	"Are you OK?" he said.

	"Yeah," she said, breathing hard.  "I'm OK.  Just slide it all the way in."

	He pushed downward, encountering less resistance than before.  
Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt.  His stepdaughter was completely 
stuffed with his thick, pulsing cock meat.  She let out a tremendous moan.

	"Oh God.  It's all the way in.  I'm bursting at the seems, daddy!" she 
said with an ecstatic tone.

	"You like having daddy's big cock all the way inside you.  Don't you, 
little girl?"

	"Yes. Uhhhhhhhhh!"

	He slowly pulled his pulsing shaft out to where only the head was still 
inside her.  Then he thrust downward into her hot velvety tunnel.  This time, 
it took only a few seconds for him to achieve total penetration.  He repeated 
this action several times, pulling back slowly, pausing, then thrusting 
downwards, each time with increasing force.

	"Oh please!  Stick it into me!  Do it harder!" she moaned.

	When he got to where he could thrust all the way inside her with one 
quick motion, he changed his rhythm.  He began fucking her with quicker, 
harder strokes.  He had her legs pinned all the way back now, and was 
lunging into her vertically.  Her hands were now fondling her massive 
undulating breasts, squeezing them together and pulling on the nipples.   

	"Ohhhhhh!  You're really screwing me, daddy! It feels so good!"

	He began to quicken his pace, leaning down and kissing her hard on 
the lips, running his fingers through her thick blond hair, now tussled all 
about.  She was wriggling her ass, thrusting her pussy upwards in a collision 
course with Steven's downward ramming cock.  Though the tightness of her 
fuckhole prevented him from thrusting at full force and speed, their 
combined motion was enough to produce a tremendous, wet friction that put 
Steven in a zone of arousal which he'd never before experienced.  Her 
vocalizations were extremely loud now, a mixture of throaty moans and high 
pitched, girlish squeals.  

	"You bad little girl!" he said. "You really love having daddy ram his 
cock meat into you!" 

	She responded by humping upwards even harder.  He tried to piston 
his cock through the velvety grip of Jenny's vagina as hard and fast as he 
could.  At some point, he abruptly slid his cock out.  

	"Don't stop.  Put it back in," she whined, spreading her legs further 
apart and opening her cunt as wide as she could with her fingers.

	"I'm going to fuck you doggy style, from behind.  I want to play with 
your luscious hanging tits while I slam my cock into your pussy," he said.

	There was a pause while she looked at him tentatively.  "But, how 
does that work, daddy?"  she said, as if genuinely confused.  

	"Turn over.  Get on your hands and knees.  Spread your legs as far 
apart as possible while maintaining your balance.  I'll do the rest."

	As she turned over, he noticed that the bed clothes were drenched 
with sweat underneath her.  She got on all fours, spreading her legs apart.  
She leaned forward, resting on her forearms instead of her hands.  Her 
creamy ass cheeks and glistening cunt meat rose upward, staring him right 
in the face.  She seemed to have caught onto the idea quickly.

	"Do me, daddy," she said in a soft, girlish voice.

	Steven wasted no time.  He grabbed his rock hard throbbing organ and 
brought the head right to her cunthole.  He guided the head in, this time 
encountering a little less resistance.  He grabbed her ass and squeezed the 
cheeks, prying them apart.  With his thumbs, he separated her moist cunt 
lips.  Then he plunged downward, once again feeling the embrace of her hot 
wet sheath around his cock.  This time, he was able to stuff his meat all the 
way up to the balls more easily than before.  He was surprised that this 
position seemed to allow him to penetrate Jenny more easily.  His experience 
had been the opposite with most other women.  He knew that from this 
position he was going to be able to fuck her as fast as his pelvic muscles 
would permit.  He started with a few very hard thrusts, taking his time 
between each one. She responded with tremendous moans of increasing 
audibility.  Then he started fucking her as fast as he could, ramming his cock 
with abandon into his stepdaughter's hot vaginal quicksand.  

	"You like being fucked doggy style, you naughty little cheerleader, 
don't you?  You like it even better than the other way!" he said.

	"Yyyyyeeeeeeessssss," she said, the word coming out garbled and 
drawn out amidst her rhythmic moans and squeals.  She thrust her ass 
upwards in synch with Steven's frenzied fucking, impaling herself harder 
and harder on his pulsing meat.

	"Get up on your hands, Jenny.  I want to squeeze your titties while I 
fuck you," he said.  

	 She promptly did as requested.  Draping his body over her, he began 
taking shorter, quicker strokes as he fondled her two enormous, hanging 
mounds of creamy flesh.  He squeezed them hard, pressing them together 
and pulling them apart, crushing them to her chest and pulling them 
downwards.  He pinched her hardened nipples and sampled the texture of 
her large, now wrinkled aureoles.  Then he brought his hands up over her 
back.  With one hand, he grabbed her thick hair at the base and pulled her 
head back a few inches.  Now he was fucking her as hard as he could, 
slamming his cock into her buttery cunt with a force and rapidity that he'd 
never thought he could manage.  He could smell her body.  It was an 
intoxicating mixture or perspiration, cosmetics, and cunt juice.  He could hear 
the sound of the bead springs creaking loudly, and the sound of her huge tits 
slapping together  each time he thrust forward.  He could see that her hair 
was wild, blond tresses tussled about her shoulders and upper back, matted 
to her flesh in places.

	"Oh God, daddy.  You're doing me so hard.  I never thought it would be 
like this!" she said.

	He reached his hand down and begun vigorously messaging her 
swollen clit as he relentlessly rammed his aching cock into her cunthole.  At 
some point, her body began to buck and shake in the same chaotic manner 
as before, only with greater intensity. He tried to fuck her even harder, but 
realized that he was becoming exhausted, and was himself on the verge of 
releasing the biggest load of cum that he'd ever released.  He could feel her 
fuck tunnel spasming around his cock.

	"Oh daddy.  I think I'm cumming again!"  she said, now emitting a 
continuous, high pitched scream.  

	She collapsed on her belly.  Her ass was frantically thrusting up and 
down, her body quivering and shaking uncontrollably.  He road out the rest 
of her orgasm, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could 
manage.  Shortly after her body began to relax, he withdrew, feeling the cum 
in his balls welling up to the bursting point.  

	"Turn over, honey.  I'm gonna cum all over you," he said feverishly.

	She didn't respond, just continued laying there listlessly.  He reached 
down, grabbed her side, and rolled her over.  He could see that her face was 
contorted in a kind of post-orgasmic delirium.  He began frantically beating 
his cockmeat just inches above his stepdaughter's sweat sticky tits.  When he 
began to cum, he closed his eyes, spewing gobs of hot, creamy jis onto 
Jenny's body.  He flailed about, paying no attention to where he was 
depositing his load.  

	"Mmmmmm," he heard her say.  He could also hear the sound of her 
moving underneath him.  

	After at least 20 seconds of fierce ejaculation, he opened his eyes, 
euphoric and exhausted.  He could see that he'd sprayed his load all over her 
chest, neck, and face.  To his surprise, she was licking all around her mouth, 
lapping up the cream he'd deposited. 

	He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing 
his body against hers.  After a few moments of gentle fondling and quiet 
intimacy, he disengaged.  She slid off the bed and began gathering her 
clothes.  He watched her closely as she moved about, retrieving her garments 
strewn liberally about the room.  

	"I need to take a shower," he heard her say as she bent over to pick 
up her shoes, her sweaty ass again asserting itself prominently into his field 
of vision.

	She walked toward the door, stopping for a moment to appraise 
herself in the full length closet door mirror.  Her body was pinkish, glistening 
with sweat and sticky cum.  Her hair was unruly, plastered to her skin in 
places.  Her nipples remained intensely erect.  Her lips parted slightly as a 
look of mild shock appeared on her face.  She ran her fingers lightly over the 
glass, tracing out her image, as if touching an alien surface.

	"You are one hot little number, honey," said Steven, laying back and 
basking in his postorgasmic glow.

	She turned to him, suddenly self-conscious, blushing and pulling her 
clothes over her torso in a futile attempt to cover her nudity.  She started to 
say something, stopped herself, and abruptly turned and left the room.  
Steven drifted off to the soothing sound of distant running water. 

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Chapter 4

	Over the next few days, Steven played it cool as he attempted to 
appraise her attitude toward what had happened between them.  He knew 
that she had been raised to be broad- minded about sex so he guessed that a 
lack of moral reservation on her part had contributed to his fabulous success 
that evening.  It had simply been a matter of getting past her instinctive 
embarrassment and self-consciousness, her natural reservation about 
exposing herself and engaging in forbidden acts that she'd never done 
before.  Obviously, he had made consider progress with her in this area.

	But he wondered where all this was leading.  He sensed that she was 
becoming really turned on to sex in general and him in particular.  However, 
he didn't want to get into a protracted intimate relationship with her.  As 
much as the prospect enticed him, he knew she was going to be moving on 
soon, and wanted her to have a normal life, with more typical intimate 
relationships.  As for Steven's own fixation, he felt that he might finally be 
getting it under control.  At least now her physical mysteries had been 
exposed to him.  Now that this psychological motive was waning, there was 
only the physical: his raw sexual desire for her, now as strong as ever, if not 
stronger. 

	He tried to keep his desire at bay by increasing his auto-erotic 
activities.  Jenny unwittingly helped him maintain his restraint by ignoring 
him somewhat as she busily concerned herself with the preparations for her 
senior prom.  She was going with some guy named Greg, or Gary, Steven 
wasn't sure which.  She'd tried to tell Steven about it but he was determined 
not to listen.  Somehow he'd picked up that she wasn't really interested in 
this guy.  Apparently, he was a former boyfriend of her friend Ashley's and 
she was going with him to get back at Ashley for going with the boy that she 
was really interested in.  The machinations of teen female rivalries were 
beyond Steven, and he was resolved to keep it that way.

	In any case, the event was obviously important to her as evidenced by 
her preoccupation and frequent late night phone chats with her friends.  The 
day before the prom, she got up early and went out shopping.  She didn't 
come back for a least six hours and when she did, she had at least a half 
dozen of those plastic mall bags in hand.  Steven was wondering what she 
could have purchased beyond perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes.  He 
briefly glanced into a few of the bags after she'd laid them down and noticed 
what appeared to be a large quantity of cosmetics and some jewelry boxes, 
among other things.  He shuddered briefly as he began to regret having 
given her his credit card.  Of course, he knew he wasn't going to argue with 
her about it.  He wanted her to have a good time, and was so dazed by the 
dreamlike experience he'd had with her several days before that he 
probably would have let her second mortgage the house to go on a shopping 
spree if it made her happy.

	The next day, she got up early again, and spent the entire day going 
back and forth between her bedroom and bathroom.  When the evening 
rolled around, Steven found himself in the kitchen, starring at his watch in 
nervous anticipation.  In spite of himself, he was deeply curious about her 
transformation, and found himself pondering innumerable speculative 
images of what she would look like when she came up the stairs.  At about 
8:00 she came up the stairs and entered the kitchen.

	He couldn't believe his eyes.  Her hair was styled elaborately and had 
a kind of sheen to it. She wore more makeup than usual, and looked very 
mature.  But the dress!  It was a snug fitting strapless white satin number, 
awfully racy for a prom dress.  The tan of her flesh contrasted nicely with 
the smooth, cool whiteness of the fabric. The neckline was a plunging V, 
revealing enormous cleavage and as ample portions of her immense breasts 
emerged from its confines.  She wore a strand of white pearls around her 
neck which cascaded down into her cleavage.  The pearls were obviously 
real.  Only briefly pondering the liberties she'd taken with his finances, he 
let his eyes travel downward.  The lower portion of her dress fit her so 
tightly that there was a series of lateral creases running from her lower 
midsection to the hemline, located a few inches above her knees.  She wore 
white nylons with lines running up the back, and glossy white pumps.  Her 
thick legs were shapelier than he'd ever seen them.  

	"You like my dress, daddy?" she said with a flush of pride, holding her 
arms up and twirling around.  Her round ass stretched the fabric to near the 
bursting point. 	

	"Pretty risqui for a prom dress, don't you think?" he said.

	"Oh, yeah, I guess so.  But don't you think I look...beautiful?" 

	Steven gave her another appraisal from top to bottom.  He hadn't seen 
her in heels in a long time.  He could feel himself becoming extremely 
aroused.

	"Huh?" he said absently.

	"I SAID, don't you think I look beautiful, daddy?" she said, 
exasperated.

	"Yeah, you look absolutely stunning, honey.  I'm just not used to 
seeing you like this.  It took me a little while to adjust to it.  I'm sure your 
date is going to be absolutely blown away when you show up at his door."

	She smiled broadly at his paternal approval.  He leaned over to give 
her a kiss on her cheek.  Her perfume was intoxicating.

	"Thanks, daddy," she said, turning to leave.  On impulse, he put his 
hand on her leg, sliding it all the way up under her dress to her upper thigh.  
He squeezed, admiring the warmth and consistency of her thigh flesh 
through the texture of her nylons.  He could feel the lacy band at the top 
boundary of her stocking.  

	She turned to him, wide-eyed, her expression more scolding than 
angry.  His hand slid down slowly, sampling the contour of her thigh before 
emerging from under her dress. He let go.

	"Daddy!" she said, smiling and shaking her head.  Then she turned and 
began to walk toward the door.

	"Jenny, can you do something for me before you take off?" he said.

	She stopped and turned.  "Sure, daddy," she said.

	"Can you slide your dress up for me, just to the waist?  I want to see 
what you look like under that thing."

	"Daddy!  I don't have time to mess around, I've got to go pick up my 
date.  It's prom night!" she said, folding her arms across her waist.  Steven 
just stared with a look of determination.  She shifted her weight nervously, 
making a show of glancing at her watch.

	"C'mon, honey.  You look so lovely.  I just want to see more of you."

	"Daddy!"  she said, looking at her watch again, a shiny pump tapping 
the floor insistently.

	"Jenny, now I'm not going to make you late.  Just turn around and pull 
that dress up for me.  Now!" 

	"Alright," she said after a long pause, biting her lower lip in defeat.  
She turned around and began sliding the ultratight dress over her shapely 
thighs.  When she reached her ass, she encountered resistance and yanked 
hard, pulling the fabric up to her waist in a quick motion.

	Her stockings were topped by lacy elastic bands.  She wore tight white 
satin panties that outlined the contours of her ass magnificently.  Generous 
portions of her ass cheeks were visible.  

	"Bend over, honey.  I want to get a better look at your ass," he said.

	"But daddy-" she said, turning to protest.

	"Do it!" he commanded.
 
	"Alright," she said winingly, bending over.  She had her hands on her 
knees, and her ass stuck straight out toward Steven.  The tight satin rode 
further into her crack, revealing more of her ass flesh.

	He moved to her, kneeling behind her and examining the awkward 
spectacle that he was forcing her to make of herself.  He put his hands on her 
ass cheeks, fondling them and admiring the smoothness of the fabric.

	"Daddy!" she said, her protest muted by a sudden hard whack that 
Steven delivered to her exposed buttocks.  

	"Owwwww!"  She jerked forward, her breasts nearly liberated from 
their elegant satin confinement.  She grabbed the neckline and pulled 
upward, shifting awkwardly, as if she hadn't quite gotten everything back 
into place.

	"Jenny, this abstinence is unacceptable.  I'm tired of listening to your 
whining.  You're just going to have to quiet down and do what I tell you to 
do."

	"But daddy..." she said in weak protest.

	"I mean you are going to do EXACTLY what I tell you to do, WHEN and 
HOW I tell you to do it!" he commanded loudly.

	There she stood, her dress bunched up around her waist, her legs 
spread, bent over and shamefully thrusting her ass towards him.  She could 
have been 25 years old with her expensive hair style and dress, her 
stockings and heals, makeup applied generously but proficiently.  When she 
opened her mouth, she sounded like a little girl pleading with her father not 
to be punished for staying up past her bedtime.

	"Ok, d-daddy.  I'll do whatever you tell me to do,"  she said.

	"What about getting to the prom on time?" 

	"I don't care about that.  You're my daddy and if you want me to do 
something, that comes first," she said.

	"Alright.  Good.  Now don't worry, you'll get there on time.  Well, 
maybe a little late.  Oh, I'm sorry, are you starting to feel uncomfortable bent 
over like that?"

	She turned to him, long loose curls and strait blond bangs framing her 
angelic face.  She bore the wide eyed anticipatory confusion of a child. 

	"OK, get down on your hands and knees.  You should be more 
comfortable like that."

	She did as requested, settling down on all fours.

	"Spread you legs apart and stick your ass up."

	Again, she did as commanded, her lavish satin and flesh plaything 
now towering before him.

	He leaned down behind her, running his hands along her shapely legs, 
every contour hugged by white nylon.  He ran his hands over her bulging 
calves, feeling her youthful flesh and muscle through the light coarseness of 
her nylons. Then he removed one of her shoes and rubbed her diminutive 
nylon clad foot.  He took in the subtle aroma of her feet and the inside of her 
shoes, then he put her shoes back on turned his attention upward.

	He grabbed her round ass cheeks, pulling them apart and causing the 
satin to ride into her ass and pussy cracks even further.  Suddenly, he 
shoved his face hard into her deep crack.  In a frenzy, he licked and sucked 
his stepdaughter's pussy and asshole through the clinging fabric.  She 
responded by moaning softly and thrusting her bottom hard into his face.  
He ground his face harder into her crack, licking, sucking, and sniffing, trying 
to drown himself in a sea of her flesh and emerging bodily fluids.  

	At one point, he abruptly disengaged, panting heavily and feeling his 
own saliva on his chin.  She turned and gazed into his eyes for a few 
moments.  Lowering her head, she shamefully reached back with one hand 
and pulled the taut fabric of her panties aside.  She spread her legs further.  
Her fat pink cunt came into view, already dripping with her own cum.  She 
moved her ass in a slow, circular motion, inviting him to bury himself inside 
of her.

	"You want me to eat your young cunt again, don't you, Jenny?" he said.

	"Yes, please," she said.

	"Yes please what?"

	"Please daddy!" she pleaded, wiggling her ass lewdly.

	"Tell me what you want me to do, honey," he said.

	"I-I want you to eat my c-cunt, daddy.  I want you to suck on my little 
snatch!" she said, her voice a mixture of cautious embarrassment and 
genuine enthusiasm.

	More than satisfied with her response,  he buried his face into her 
warm slit.  This time he ate her with abandon, without method.  He did not 
care if he gave her an orgasm in this manner.  He knew by this point that he 
had other things in store for his latent slut of a stepdaughter.  He licked, 
sucked, and nibbled on her pink lips and swollen clit for a while, making 
loud sucking and slurping noises.  She squealed, and began thrusting her 
pussy rhythmically back and forth.  He accommodated by tongue fucking her 
pussyhole as deeply as he could. 

	At one point, he grabbed her ass cheeks, steadying her and prying 
them apart.  He let go and watched as they snapped back together, her flesh 
jiggling. Then he preyed them apart again and pressed his tongue firmly 
against her clit.  Slowly he moved his tongue along her slit and over her 
vaginal opening.  

	"Oooooh!" she said amidst heavy irregular breathing.

	 Then he brought his tongue back to her clit again and repeated the 
process.  She moaned loudly in approval.  He was lapping up her cunt juices 
like a dog laps up water.  At one point his tongue action continued beyond 
her slit up into her open ass crack.  When he reached her tiny, puckered 
asshole, he began gently licking around it.  Fortunately she was clean in this 
area.

	She turned her head, confused. "What are you ... doing daddy?"

	"I'm licking your asshole, little girl," he replied, thrusting his tongue 
directly onto the opening. He began tonguing it ferociously, as if trying to 
insert his tongue into her rectum, to no avail of course.  

	"Licking...my...asshole?" was all she could manage.  Her vocalization 
was a variation that Steven had never heard before.  She seemed to give off 
a different sound for each kind of stimulation he administered.  Asshole 
licking was obviously no exception.  Now she was mouthing something like, 
"Nuh....Nuh....Nuh"  between heavy breaths.

	He inserted two fingers into her cunthole, which sucked them up 
hungrily.  He rammed his fingers in and out of her tight fuckcanal while 
licking her asshole, causing more viscous cunt oil to emerge from her hole.  
She responded by making louder noises.

	"Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!" she said.

	"Nuh. Nuh. Nuh," said Steven in a slightly mocking tone. "Little Jenny 
likes to have daddy pry her big ass open and lick on her tight little asshole, 
huh?"

	"Yeah! Jenny likes to have daddy do naughty things to her asshole!" 
she said.

	He continued in this manner for a while, until he sensed that she was 
nearing orgasm.  Then he pulled back.

	She whined, now spreading her legs as far as they could go, bobbing 
her ass up and down.

	"Jenny, I want you to stand up now.  C'mon, get on your feet."

	"But daddy!  I'm spreading my legs all the way for you now.  You can 
do anything you want to me.  Do you want me to open my snatch for you?" 
she said, reaching around, prying her cunt lips apart, and thrusting her ass 
toward him.

	"No.  I want you to do what I tell you.  I want you to get on your feet 
right now!" he said.

	She closed her legs and stood up straight, her back to him.

	"Turn around and face me," he said.

	She turned around.  She stood with her legs slightly apart. Her dress 
was bunched up around her waist, but still barely covering her heaving 
breasts.  Her stockings were a mess, wrinkled in places, the back seems no 
longer straight.  He could see that the tops were wet with cum and saliva.  
Her hair was slightly mussed.

	He appraised her slowly from her high heeled white pumps to her 
beautiful, lightly tear stained eyes.  She had the luxurious body of a 
centerfold.

	"Turn around, little girl!" he order.

	"Yes, daddy," she said obediently and did as requested.

	He looked down and saw that her pretty panties were now a tangled 
mess gathered to the side of one of her ass cheeks.  He grabbed them and 
yanked them down, letting them drop to the floor.  She let them slide over 
her pumps and stepped out of them.

	Then he pressed himself up against her, pushing his throbbing organ 
encased in denim into her ass crack.  He reached up and grabbed her breasts, 
squeezing them hard.  They felt incredibly tight and firm through the 
smooth fabric.  He began kissing her neck.  She turned to him and stared 
longingly as her body once again began to respond to his manipulations.  Her 
pouty lips were painted with thick, red lipstick.  He pulled his lips from her 
neck and pressed them to hers, and she immediately inserted her tongue 
into his mouth, wildly exploring its insides.  He squeezed her tits over and 
over again, watching her bare flesh ooze out from under her neckline.  Her 
tongue still exploring his mouth, she began grinding her ass back into his 
crotch, jacking off his throbbing cock through the fabric of his pants.

	He reached around behind her and unzipped her dress all the way 
down, letting it fall to the floor.  She wore an impossibly tight strapless white 
bra which barely concealed her nipples.  

	"Alright, bend over," he said.  She bent down to where her breasts 
were pointing straight at the floor.  

     He unclasped her bra.  There was an snapping sound as the fabric let go 
and her huge breasts fell free, now hanging down, almost twice the size as 
they were when restrained by the garments.  He could see that the tight 
fabric had abused her flesh, leaving heavy creases around her back, below 
her breasts, and across the tops of her breasts.  She was now naked except 
for her stockings and heels.  He pulled her up and reached around, fondling 
her spongy breasts.

	"Alright, kneel down in front of me, honey," he said.

	She kneeled down, facing him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

	"OK, tell me what you want me to do now, and if you ask real nicely, I 
just might let you do it," he said.

	"What do you mean? Tell me what to do daddy."

	"No honey.  I want you to tell me what you want to happen next, in 
your own words," he said.

	She glanced at his bulging crotch, then looked up at him again 
tentatively.

	"I-I want you to take out your...thing, daddy," she said.

	"My thing? I'm sorry.  I'm afraid I don't know what that means, little 
girl.  You're just going to have to expand that vocabulary of yours.  Aren't 
they teaching you kids anything in school these days?"

	"I'm sorry.  I meant, could you take your di-, your uh, cock out of your 
pants for me?"

	"I don't know.  I think I'd like you to ask me more nicely," he said.

	"Daddy, could you please take your cock out of your pants.  I really 
want to see your big fat dick waiving in front of my face.  Pleeeaaase 
daddy!" she pleaded impatiently in her little girl voice.

	Steven reached down and undid his pants, letting them drop to the 
floor. She quickly grabbed his underwear and yanked it off.  His fully erect 
cock sprang out, bobbing and jerking about.  

	She sat there staring at it, mesmerized, her mouth half open for what 
seemed like over a minute.  Steven became impatient.  For Chrissake, he 
thought, it's big, but it's not that big!  It's not like she hadn't seen it before, 
either. 

	"OK, honey, what are you going to do with it now that it's out?" he said.

	Without replying, she reached up and grabbed it with both hands.  She 
rubbed it a bit, then started jacking it hard.  Too hard.

	"No Jenny. Stop."

	"What's the matter daddy?  It doesn't feel good?"

	"It feels great, honey.  But this isn't the way I want to get off.  Can you 
think of something else you might do with it?" he said, as if he were he were 
a school teacher asking her how she might solve a word problem.

	She looked up at him, her pretty blue eyes soliciting approval. "I 
could...put it in my m-mouth," she said.

	"That's right, baby.  You can suck my cock.  Is that what you want to 
do?"

	"Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, I don't really know what to do," she said.

	"Just put it in your mouth.  You know, lick it and suck on it.  I'll help 
you out.  You'll catch on," he said, moving the tip of his cock to her lips.  

	Her tongue emerged and touched the head lightly.  She was tasting the 
tiny glistening pool of precum that had formed on the hole.  She licked her 
lips a bit in anticipation of an impending taste sensation.  Suddenly, she 
closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and swallowed Steven's pulsing member.  
The hot wetness of her oral cavity  around his shaft was exhilarating.  She 
slid her lips almost all the way down to the base, apparently attempting to 
swallow him entirely.  She made a girgling noise, then withdrew, coughing 
slightly.

	"Take it easy, baby.  Pace yourself.  You don't need to swallow me 
whole the first time.  Why don't you try licking it for a while?" he said.

	She nodded, and extended her tongue to the tip of his engorged cock, 
slathering it about enthusiastically.  Then she ran it down the shaft, licking 
all around it.

	"Mmmmm," she said.

	"You like the taste of daddy's cockmeat, huh?"

	"Yeah, I like the taste of your cock.  It's yummy!"  she said, moving 
her tongue down to his scrotum and up the sweat around the base of his 
organ.

	"Aww, aww," he said, throwing his head back and putting his hand 
behind her head. 

	She looked up at him. "Maybe you should cum in my mouth, daddy.  I 
really like the taste of your cum.  Yeah, why don't you do that!" she said, 
smiling triumphantly.

	"Alright, maybe.  Maybe, honey.  For now, let's just see what happens," 
he said, chuckling at her overanxiousness.

	She replied by grabbing his cock and shoving it in her mouth.  She 
began sucking on it hard, bobbing her head back and forth.

	He responded by thrusting his hips, mouth fucking her to the best of 
his ability.  She grabbed the base of his cock to steady him.  Her cheeks were 
puckering and bellowing as she made obscene slurping noises.  She sucked 
harder and harder, trying to create as much suction as possible, as  he thrust 
deeper and deeper into her mouth.  Steven was amazed at how eager she 
was to gobble up as much of his prick as she could get into her mouth.  She 
must have already figured out how to suppress her gag reflex.  

	The sloppy sounds of her cocksucking contentment filled the room.  
Her technique was sloppy as well, but it was beginning to do the job.  He felt 
himself come nearer to orgasm.  He pulled out and pushed her away gently.

	"Don't you want to cum in my mouth, daddy?" she said.

	"Maybe later, honey.  But there's something else I want to do first.  
You like when daddy plays with your asshole, right?"

	"Yeah," she said, blushing and flashing an embarrassed smile, then 
looking down.

	"Good.  How would you like it if daddy stuck his cock into your 
asshole?"

	"You mean, you want to ... buttfuck me?" she said nervously.

	"Yeah."

	"I-I don't know daddy.  Does it, uh, hurt?"

	"Well, maybe a little, but we'll use a lubricant, and if it hurts too much, 
I'll pull it out."

	"But isn't it, I mean, it seems ... sorta gross?"

	"But you liked it when daddy licked your asshole, isn't that sorta gross 
too when you think about it?"

	She bit her lip, furrowing her brow in confusion.  "Uh, well, I don't 
know.  Yeah, I guess so," she said.

	"A lot of sex acts seem kind of gross when you think about them.  But 
they sure are a lot of fun to do."

	"That's true," she said softly.

	"Alright, I'll tell you what.  Lets try something else first.  Why don't 
you lay down on your stomach and spread your legs for me, just like you did 
before."

	"Uh, OK d-daddy," she said uneasily, stretching out on her stomach and 
spreading her stockinged legs all the way apart.

	Steven reached out and gave her still moist cunt a gentle finger 
massage.  He brought his slickened fingers to his lips and tasted her juices.  
Then he reached up to the table and grabbed a convenient jar of Vaseline.  
Popping the cap of the jar, he slathered the viscous jelly liberally over his 
fingers.  Then he reached down, gripped her expansive ass cheeks firmly, 
and pried them apart.  She let out a soft moan of approval and elevated her 
butt several inches off the floor.  She really seemed to enjoy being exposed 
to him.

	He leaned down, again burying his head into her ass crack.  He 
extended his tongue, and began flicking it hard and fast across her pink 
puckered asshole.  Her ass immediately jerked upward, causing him to lose 
his fix for a moment.

	"Nuh, Nuh, Nuh," she groaned listlessly.

	Perversely aroused by his nubile stepdaughter's drooling, preverbal 
reaction, he brought his hand up and pressed his middle finger against her 
now wet orifice, and began to stimulate her by running his tongue and finger 
over it simultaneously.  He couldn't wait any longer.  He had to invade cute 
Jenny's little asshole.  Impulsively, he plunged his lubricated digit hard into 
her anal opening.  It was extremely tight, much tighter than her virgin 
cunthole, but his finger was sufficiently slick that he was able to jam it all 
the way in with one motion.  She fell silent as her body immediately tensed 
to an incredible rigidity, her head jerking back.  Her lower legs bent at the 
knees and thrust up vertically on either side of Steven, her glossy white 
pumps pointing straight toward the ceiling.  He held fast for a long moment, 
his middle finger extended all the way into her virgin asshole.  Her breathing 
was labored, coming out in quick, short pants.  Steven could not see her face, 
but he imagined that she wore an expression of utter shock and 
astonishment.  Suddenly, her body went limp, legs falling to the floor, as she 
let out an ecstatic moan.

	"Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned as her body shivered slightly.

	Then he pulled it out, and plunged in again.  She squealed, again 
thrusting her butt upwards.  Then he started finger-fucking her asshole with 
a hard, rapid motion.  She bucked wildly as he used his other hand to deliver 
hard whacks to her left ass cheek as he impaled her virgin ass.  

	"How does it feel, honey?" he asked insistently, his voice raspy with 
lust.

	"It-it feels g-good, daddy," interrupting herself with a loud moan, as if 
unable to control her reactions.

	"What feels good?"

	"Your finger in my asshole, daddy!" 

	"Here, this'll make you feel even better," he said, inserting two fingers 
into her gooey pink cunthole and reaming out her young vagina with 
repeated vigorous thrusts.  She went wild, quivering her bottom and 
emitting a continuous, pleading whimper. He began to penetrate her cunt 
and asshole with alternating rapid thrusts, taking note of the different 
consistency and texture of his stepdaughter's two bodily canals.  Lewd 
sloshing noises filled the room as his manipulations produced a huge influx 
of hot pussy oil in her vagina.

	"Finger fuck me harder daddy! I think I'm getting near.  Oh, God.  I 
wanna cum so bad!"

	In response, he started pumping his digits into her tight holes as fast 
and as hard as he could.  He messaged her swollen clit with his thumb.  Now 
he had three fingers in her cunt and had worked his forefinger into her 
asshole as well.  God it was tight!  In the midst of his frenzied lust, something 
in the back of his mind was telling him that he'd never get his cock all the 
way into her ass.  He'd worry about that later.  For now, her ass was bucking 
back and forth almost uncontrollably.

	"Ahhhhh, I think I'm gonna cum daddy!" she mouthed with ecstatic 
anticipation.

	"That's right, baby.  I can see it.  You're gonna cum.  Come on. You can 
do it!" he said in a tone of fatherly encouragement.

	Her body was shaking and quivering, her pelvis thrusting up and 
down, as if she was trying to fuck the floor.  "Oh God.  That's it!  I'm cumming 
daddy!" she said in triumphant elation.

	Steven watched her body rock and convulse as waive after waive of 
orgasmic pleasure consumed her.  He continued reaming out both of Jenny's 
orifices as vigorously as possible while she road out her violent orgasm.  
After what seemed like over a minute, her body began to relax and she 
began to emit a series of high-pitched cooing sounds which ultimately trailed 
off into a girlish giggle.

	"Jesus baby!  That was quite an experience for you, wasn't it?" 

	She turned her head, leaving her legs wide open, her genitals spread 
out obscenely before him.  Her hair was an elaborate mess now, her thick 
curls no longer shiny but wet and plastered to her flesh in various places.  
Steven noticed that her entire body glistening with a fine sheen of 
perspiration.  Her white stockings clung to her tanned meaty leg flesh.  
Steven realized that she would have to change them before she went out 
tonight.  Shit, she was going to need a whole new makeover!  He started 
wondering if he shouldn't cut this affair short, maybe have her jerk and suck 
him off and swallow his cum quickly.  That way, she could get on with her 
evening.

	His thought process was interrupted by a sudden awareness that she 
was looking at him.  She bore an expression that he'd never seen before, an 
expression that belied his long held perception of her.  A lewd smile graced 
her slightly parted lips.  Her silence spoke volumes to him.  It said "fuck me 
daddy, fuck me now, fuck me forever."  His sweet little girl!  Steven was 
suddenly taken aback, as if the incongruity of the situation had at once 
become palpable to him.

	"God, that was unbelievable.  I thought I was gonna explode!  Why 
don't you give me another one?" she said.

	Her voice was womanly now, silky and seductive.  Steven could feel 
his pulse throbbing hard in his engorged penis.  God, this creature's voice 
was like an aphrodisiac!  She could seem to modulate it so as to capture 
every erotic persona that lurked in the seedy underbelly of Steven's 
unconscious mind.

	"Jesus, daddy.  Your cock is so big and hard now.  Why don't you just 
buttfuck me with it like you said?"

	At this point, Steven was taken aback only slightly by his Jenny's 
sudden harsh vulgarity.  "Uh, yeah, that sounds great, honey, but maybe we 
should do something else.  You're pretty tight down there.  I don't know if I 
can fit it in," he said.  He was feeling rather lightheaded, intoxicated by 
violent lust and physical exertion.  He felt only remotely attached to the 
stream of words that emerged from his mouth.  At this point, he knew he 
was going to do something with her to get his bottled up cum blasting out of 
his throbbing prick, but he wasn't sure if he was too particular about exactly 
what that would be.

	"Oh come on, daddy!  You said you would!  I don't care how tight it is, 
just stick it in there.  I'll take as much as you can give me.  Pleeeeaaaaase!" 
She pleaded in a mock girlish whine, sticking out her lower lip, as if on the 
verge of tears.

	"Alright, maybe honey.  Just let me think now.  I'm gonna need to use 
a lot of jelly," he said, grabbing the jar from the table.  As he applied the 
lubricant generously to his prick, she said something which startled him.

	"Daddy, am I a pervert?"

	"A...pervert?  Well, I don't know honey.  I don't think so.  At least, not 
any more than, you know, I am.  I mean...why do you think you're a 
pervert?  Who gave you that idea?"

	"I dunno.  Remember what you were saying, uh, before, about me 
letting guys look up my skirt?"

	"Yeah, but that was just, you know, sex talk..."

	"No.  You were right, daddy.  I do like to wear short skirts because it 
makes it easier for guys to see my ass and cunt.  I didn't fully realize this 
until you pointed it out to me.  And you know what else, daddy?"  As she 
spoke, she got up off the floor and stood with her back to him.  She parted 
her legs widely until they formed a vee, barely maintaining her balance on 
her outstretched pumps.

	"What honey?" he said, now jerking himself off through the sticky goo 
that he'd applied his organ.

	"I realized that I also like to wear tight little panties, especially the 
kind that ride way up into my ass and cunt cracks.  It makes me all hot and 
wet, and guys can see more of me when I bend over."  She was sliding her 
legs further apart, as if attempting to do the splits, and bending over at the 
waist.

     "Remember what you said about me moving the crotch of my panties to 
allow my cuntlips and pubic hair to hang out.  I've done that.  And one time 
I even..."  Now her legs were spread out to where her ass was only a couple 
feet off the ground.  Her head was on the floor now, and she was leering out 
from between her legs at Steven's noisy masturbatory activities.  GOD SHE'S 
LIMBER! he thought.

	"One time I even did something REALLY naughty.  I went out to 
practice on the field without any panties.  At first I didn't know how far I'd 
go.  I was really getting off on bending over and giving the football players 
on the field and some guys in the stands brief glimpses of my bare butt.  
Finally, I decided to let 'em have an real eyefull..."
	
	Now she had brought her hand up to her cunt, and inserted two 
fingers into her gaping hole.

	"I bent over with my legs spread a couple feet apart and stayed that 
way for a long time, pretending to tie my shoes.  There were at least 10 guys 
in the stands, no more than 20 feet away from me.  I knew that they could 
all see my cunt, plain as day and spread out in front of them.  In fact, I could 
feel a gust of wind breeze over my naked pussy, sending tingles all over me.  
When I got back into the locker room, I noticed that there was pussy juice 
running down my thighs."

	Now she was finger fucking herself hard, and her speech was 
becoming diffuse through soft moans.

	"Another thing, you know that tight vest top I wear?"

	"Oh yeah, honey.  God that's hot.  It barely holds those massive tits of 
yours!"  he said hoarsely, projecting the words from deep in his throat, or 
possibly from somewhere in his loins.

	"Yeah, I know.  Sometimes when I work out, I like to pop the top 
button, or when I'm feeling really naughty, the top 2 buttons.  That really 
makes my cleavage bulge out.  Then I like to jump up and down and let my 
skirts fly up, and my titties wobble and shake and bounce in front of 
everyone.  One time after a really spirited routine where I had undone the 
top two buttons, one of the other girls leaned over and whispered to me.  She 
said, 'Jenny, for God's sake, cover yourself up,' you know, pointing to my 
chest.  I looked down and noticed that my left breast and ridden up to the 
point where my hard nipple was peaking out over the vest.  Some guys 
nearby were snickering and pointing at me.  I was really  embarrassed, but 
God I was hot.  My panties were so wet!"

	She was panting heavily now.  She had inserted a finger all the way 
into her asshole and was finger fucking herself in both places in a wanton 
frenzy.

	"And now, now you know what I am daddy?  I'm a slut!  Aren't I?"

	"Y-yeah!  You are, baby.  In fact, you're the biggest fucking slut I've 
ever seen!"  He practically spat the words at her as she frantically impaled 
herself before him.

	"You know why I'm such a big slut, don't you?" she said, her cunt 
juices now dripping onto the carpet.  "Because I want my daddy to stick his 
big fat prick up my asshole right now!  I want you to ram it into me hard 
and fast until I can't take it anymore!"

	"Yeah, you bet I'm gonna fuck you up the ass, you prissy little slut!  
Now stop playing games and get on your hands and knees!  Now!"

	She promptly did as requested, propping herself up on all fours and 
spreading her thighs far apart to allow him easy access.

	He was a few feet behind her, still jerking his slippery member with a 
slow, insistent motion.  Wanting to be inside of her immediately, he growled 
audibly in frustration, reaching out and grabbing her calves tightly and 
jerking her toward him forcefully.  She lost her frontal balance, and fell off 
her hands to the floor.  As she was recovering herself, getting back onto her 
hands, he was between her legs, using his knees to spread them further 
apart.  Then he mounted her like and animal, pressing his cock hard against 
her tiny pink rear entrance.

	"Oh daddy, take me! Use me! Defile me!  Treat me like the dirty little 
slut that I am!"

	Unconcerned about restraint or prudence, Steven began to mercilessly 
plow his massive bloated organ into Jenny's virgin asshole.  It was incredibly 
tight, but Steven was well lubricated and very forceful.  Within seconds his 
cockhead was submerged in her forbidden tunnel and he pressed on 
relentlessly.  Her ass tube was a flesh vice, gripping his cock so hard that 
Steven thought he might implode.  But his cock was winning; it was 
adamantine.  He could see her luscious ass cheeks spreading and her asshole 
stretching absurdly to accommodate his invading mass.

	She was whimpering like a child now, her reaction a mixture of 
rapturous pleasure and intense pain.

	He thrust onward with as much force as he could muster, her rubbery 
asshole clutching him tenaciously.  The resistance was strong, but allowed for 
steady, continual progress.  He didn't pause for even a second, continuing his 
remorseless invasion as he listened to her lurid whining and screeching.

	"Oh God!  What are you doing to me, daddy?  I can't believe you're 
buttfucking me!  Ohhhhhhh Jesus!  It feels like a baseball bat up there!  I 
think you're splitting me in two!"

	With a grunt he pulled himself up to gain better leverage and plunged 
as hard as he could.  Suddenly, he realized he couldn't move any further.  He 
opened his eyes and noticed that he was all the way in, buried to the hilt in 
his stepdaughter's adolescent loins.  Emitting a low throaty growl, he 
renewed the pressure, making sure that every millimeter of his aching cock 
was impaling the gorgeous fleshtoy that lay beneath him.  Her ass cheeks 
were parted, and the base of his crotch pressed hard against her crack.  
Suddenly, he exhaled deeply, aware that the exertion was taking its toll on 
his stamina.

	"I'm all the way inside you now, honey.  How do you feel? Are you 
alright?" he said with sudden concern.

	"It hurts, but it also feels incredible!  God, I'm such a naughty little 
slut!  Pump me, daddy!  C'mon, I really want to feel you ram your giant 
fuckpole in and out of my ass just like you did to my cunt the other time!"

	Jenny's obscene commentary was all the prompting he needed to 
return to his role of barbaric fuckmachine.  "Alright, you bet I'm going to 
pump my cock in and out of your ass real hard, just like you want, you 
sleazy little twat!"

	He slid his cock out to where only the head remained inside, then he 
plunged downward as hard as he could.  In seconds, his prong was 
completely buried in the depths of her plump ass again.

	"Ughhhh, oh jeez, daddy!"

	Then he pulled back and repeated the action again and again until he 
was slamming his cock into her ass fast as he could.  He watched her ass 
cheeks jiggle, slapped and abused by his pelvic thrusts.  He listened to the 
obscene sound produced by the lubricated friction of his cock sliding in and 
out of her fiery tunnel.

	"Uggghhh!  Ugggghhh!  Uggggghhhh!" she groaned rhythmically on 
pace with his viscous thrusts.

	"Does slutty little Jenny like to have her ass fucked by daddy's big fat 
cock?!" he barked at her.

	"Y-yesssss!"  she said, struggling to get the word out as she almost 
buckled under the pressure of his relentless rear assault.

	"That's not good enough.  You're going to have to tell me exactly how 
much you like it, or I'm gonna have to pull it out and wait until you do."

	"No! No daddy!" she managed between throaty moans.  "Don't stop!  
Please!  I love it!  I love to be buttfucked by you daddy, I love to be s-
sodomized!  Oh my God, if you rub my clit I think I might cum again!"

	He reached and pinched her fat engorged clit button between his 
thumb and forefinger, fanning it and tweaking it about.  This produced 
shrieks of pure pleasure from her amidst her low guttural responses to his 
hard ass reaming.  Her snatch was dripping, and soon her ass began to 
quiver and shake again.

	"Oh God!  I'm gonna cum again daddy!  Ram your dick into my ass 
while I cum!  Ohhhhh!  It feels so good!"

	Her hips began to buck wildly, making it difficult for him to maintain 
his balance and rhythm.  He reached around and grabbed her fat sweaty tits, 
squeezing hard and holding on for dear life.  Her body collapsed to the floor.  
He was laying across her now, plunging into her almost vertically, using 
short, quick strokes and roughly fondling her soft tit meat as her body 
quivered and bucked uncontrollably.  Her legs shook violently, causing one 
of her white pumps to slip off and fall to the side.

	After what seemed like the longest climax she'd experienced yet, her 
body began to slacken underneath him.  His cock was still buried deep in her 
nether reaches.  Impatiently, he slid his hand from her breasts down to her 
midsection, and forcefully lifted her, prompting her to emerge from her 
listlessness enough to reestablish herself on all fours.

	"Don't give up yet, sweetie.  I'm not done!  I still have to pump your 
ass until I can shoot my load into your mouth!" he said with a heady, lustful 
enthusiasm.

	"Oh daddy-" she said meekly, suddenly interrupted by another hard 
thrust of his cock down her ass tube.  "Uuuuggghhhh!!!" she let out a loud, 
throaty cry.  "Oh daddy!  I AM a dirty little slut!  I just can't get enough of 
your cock in my ass!  God, I wish you had 2 cocks, so you could stick one in 
my pussy and another in my ass at the same time!"

	He was still pounding in her ass, but her fanciful suggestion made him 
realize that he was becoming frustrated.  Overcome by wanton animal lust, 
he wanted more than anything to invade her body with as much force and 
speed as possible.  Although her rectum had loosened up somewhat, it was 
still very tight and there was no natural lubricant.  He felt restrained.

	Instinctively, he withdrew his throbbing member from her asshole.  
She exhaled deeply.  In the same motion he pressed it against her slit and 
buried it all the way into her hot slimy cunthole.  Although her pussy was 
still tight, it was nothing compared to the vicegrip of her rectum, and it was 
slippery with hot juice.  Reveling in his new found freedom and the warm 
silkiness of his stepdaughter's fuckchannel, he let and a loud grunt and 
began to pump away at her furiously.

	He was fucking her much harder and faster than the first time he'd 
fucked her pussy.  It occurred to him fleetingly that although he fucked her 
vigorously on that occasion, something had restrained him, prevented him 
from expressing himself the way he truly wanted to.  Now his humping was 
a primordial frenzy.  He was pounding his bloated organ into her like there 
was no tomorrow.  Her body became an earthquake, as all over her flesh 
gave way to the tremendous kinetic bolts that he was delivering to her.  Her 
ass cheeks mashed and contorted against his thrusts, her thighs jiggled, her 
breasts wobbled and swung wildly, her head jerked forward.  

	"Ugggghhhh!  Uggggghhhh! Ugggghhhh!" she screamed loudly.  "You're 
fucking me so haaaaarrrrrrddddd!!!!  Oh God, I love to be fucked hard by you 
daddy!  You're so strong!"

	At the very moment that he realized that his body would not allow 
him to continue at this pace any longer, he knew he was going to cum.  He 
pulled his cock out and stood up behind her, jerking himself off rapidly.

	"Jenny, I'm gonna cum!  This is your chance to take it in your mouth if 
you really want to!"

	She hopped up and turned around, kneeling before him.  Her sweet 
face looked up at him, mouth open and blue eyes wide with anticipation.

	His eyes were closed and he was making no attempt to direct his jism 
to anything in particular.  His first emission was an explosion.  He looked 
down and saw that he'd missed her mouth.  His hot cream was spattered 
about her cheek and forehead.  With urgency, she grabbed the base of his 
cock, shoved it into her open mouth, and swallowed it whole with one 
motion.  Her hot wet oral cavity was exquisite, enveloping his erupting organ 
as it blasted waive after waive of cum down her throat.  As his climax began 
to subside, and a euphoric tingly sensation overtook him, her accommodation 
began to feel like a warm, loving embrace.

	He reached down and patted her on the head gently as she sucked the 
last remained droplets of cum off his now fading hard-on.

	"Oh, that's good, honey.  So good... So good..." his words trailed off as 
she finally released him.  "I love you, honey." 

	She looked up at him, licking around her lips.  "I love you too, 
daddy."	

	Steven sank to his knees, his mind steeped in a postorgasmic daze.  
Jenny got up and went about retrieving her garments from the floor as 
moved onto the couch and pulled an afghan over himself.

	"I guess you'd better hurry and get going, honey.  I think you might 
wanna call your date," he said groggily.

	She mumbled something inaudible as Steven began to drift off.  Some 
indeterminate time later, he was awakened by the caress of lips on his 
forehead.  He opened his eyes.  Once again, she was a vision of lovlieness, the 
image of a fairytale princess resolving itself through a euphoric, dreamlike 
haze.  Her perfume smelled sweet and musky.

	"Goodnight daddy," she said.

	"Goodnight honey.  Have a good time," he said as she turned and left.

	Steven laid there for a while, pondering what might happen next 
between them.  He decided not to concern himself at the moment.  He curled 
up into a ball under the blanket.  It was nice, here and now.  It was nice, 
here inside.

	
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