Forbidden, Part One

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I met Beth in the fall of 1989 and moved in with her about Christmas time. She lived in a small town just outside Raleigh and shared her home with her son, Ricky, and her daughter, Jennifer, 18. Ricky and I got along great. He was a wonderful, unaffected, uncomplicated kid who was always ready to grab the ball gloves and head out to the park. We became close and did a lot of quasi-dad/son things together. He was too young to remember his dad, who left when he was five, so I filled a void that had ached for a long time.

Jennifer was another matter.

Jen was small, about 5’2”, and shapely, with blonde hair, big brown eyes, tanned legs, and sleepy eyes. From day one, there was a palpable tension between us, which I even chalked up to a teen’s normal rebellion against an intruder into their lives. For over a year, I stood convinced of that and tried my damnedest to somehow make friends but there was always a wall of some kind between us.

Beth would occasionally say something about Jen that seemed a little off and I wrote it off to my being a stranger to their family dynamic but the impressions stayed with me. The first thing was the day when she told me that her ex-boyfriend had come by earlier and told Jen, while Beth was out of the room, that she had a nice little ass on her. Jen was listening while Beth told me this and I squirmed a bit and lied, saying I hadn’t really noticed. Truth was, there was no way in hell any man couldn’t notice. Jen’s ass is one of the most perfect, tight, tiny little things I’ve ever seen and it seems to live a life independent of her. Following her down a hallway the first time, I was as mesmerized as a cobra facing a mongoose. ALL I could think about was what she would look like bending over the arm of a sofa, panties around her ankles, exposing what had to be the world’s sweetest, tastiest little slit and looking fetchingly back over her shoulder to see if you like the view. I went instantly erect and had to duck into the den to keep from being caught at it.

After Beth made the remark and I told my tactful lie, Jen giggled and spun around, lifting her shirttail and wiggling her ass. I almost gasped audibly and managed not to pop a boner only by thinking desperately of baseball players.

Maybe two months later, lying in bed with Beth, she casually mentioned that she had told Jen what a good lover I was and how patient and gentle I could be but that I also got dirty at the drop of a hat. I was astounded and said so. Beth laughed and said that she didn’t like to lie about sex to the kids. I suggested that there was a pretty big difference between lying and volunteering voluminous information. She called me a fuddy duddy and then smiled wickedly.

“Then, I shouldn’t have described your cock for her?” she whispered.

“You didn’t!” I sputtered.

“Sure I did,” she replied, taking my shaft into her hand and slipping it smoothly through her fingers, “I told her how it curves to the left...and how thick and long it is...and how it’s so much darker than the rest of your body...and how good it feels when you rub your cockhead into my cunt and push it in...”

She was doing what she described and the excitement of the words and the idea that Jen would be picturing my stiff dick made my cock feel like it was going to explode. I rolled her over and pounded it up her creamy slit frantically.

“Oh, shit,” Beth panted, “I’ll have to tell you more, if this is the kind of fucking I get after.”

For the next month, I was in a constant state of semi-arousal. the very sight of Jen would erect me almost instantly and the little smile that played around her lovely mouth just aggravated it. One day while everyone was gone, I went into her room and sat on her bed, jerking my dick and staring at the pictures of her in her bikini at the beach the previous summer.

I knew damned well that a) I couldn’t possibly do anything about these urges. She was eighteen, for Pete’s Sake. Even if she was a very sexual eighteen, touching her one time was a breakup waiting to happen. And, b) I also knew that I was going to fantasize about her for years to come.

I frequently woke up the kids in the morning so Beth could sleep in longer. I made coffee and breakfast and got them off to school before waking Beth. They both woke up hard; especially Ricky, who slept through alarms, yelling, and any known means short of shaking. I usually woke Jen by sitting on the edge of her bed and patting her on the back and was doing this one morning, about a month after the pillow talk incident, when I heard her murmur something.

“What?” I whispered.

“Would you rub my back?” she asked sleepily.

“Uh...okay,” I answered uneasily. I started rubbing gently atop her pajama shirt.

“No,” she chuckled, “Lift up my shirt.”

“Uh...” I began.

“What?” she chuckled, “You worried about what Mom would think? She wouldn’t care and I certainly won’t tell her.”

“I just don’t want to do anything...um...inappropriate,” I murmured.

“You afraid you might?” I could hear the smile.
“Well,” I chuckled, trying to break the tension, “I guess you could warn me if that happened, huh?”

“I trust you,” she sighed, “You couldn’t do anything I wouldn’t like.”

I was struck dumb by that one. “Couldn’t” is NOT the same thing as “wouldn’t”. I reached up her top and started to rub more firmly, feeling the warm, soft flesh responding to my touch. I was fully erect now and my cock was rubbing pleasantly against the zipper of my jeans.

“Your hands feel soooo good,” Jen whispered, “I love your touch.”

“Thanks,” I said tightly.

“Still nervous, aren’t you?” she sighed, “What is it you’re so afraid of?”

“Jen,” I murmured, “You’re a girl. You’re eighteen. I’m a grown man. If anybody saw this...”

“Nobody’s gonna see,” she laughed, “So what’s spooking you?”

“Look,” I said shakily, “I’m a guy, okay? I’m not exactly immune to a beautiful girl. Especially tiny girls.”

“Are you attracted to me?” she asked breathlessly.

“Well...yeah,” I sighed, “Of course I am, Jen. You’re beautiful and you have a gorgeous figure and...”

I couldn’t think of where I was going next, so I just shut up.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jen smiled, “It’s really flattering. I love older men. And...I’m attracted to you, too. Ever since Mom and I had that talk...”

“Okay,” I interrupted, “The back rubbing and frank talk, maybe. But that subject is definitely inappropriate.”

“Why?” she asked, “Because I’m eighteen?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, continuing to rub her back, “That’s exactly right.”

“But,” she said slowly, “Not because you’re my Mom’s boyfriend?”

“Maybe not as much that as the other,” I replied, “But that’s a consideration, too.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said simply.
“Huh?” I blurted, dumbfounded, “What don’t you believe?”

“I don’t believe that’s what you’re afraid of.”

She rolled over onto her side and looked up at me.

“I think you’re afraid something might happen,” she smiled.

“Jesus, Jennifer,” I groaned, “Of course I’m afraid of that. What else would all that considering be about? I’m a normally sensual male who’s rubbing the bare back of a girl I’ve already admitted being attracted to, in very intimate circumstances, while being taunted by her.”

“I told you,” she groaned, stretching, “Nothing could happen that I wouldn’t like.”

“All sorts of things could happen that you wouldn’t like,” I growled, “Look, you should think hard about saying stuff like this, Jen. To any guy, let alone an older man who’s not related to you and has already admitted he’s attracted to you. You might think you’re all grown up but you’re eighteen. Grown men sometimes like things that would shock the shit out of teenagers.”

“Like what?” she asked, her eyes bright, “You’d be surprised at all the things I’ve thought about.”

“We have to stop this right now, Jen,” I whispered, “The simple fact is, you are eighteen. And that’s a barrier I won’t cross.”

“We’re just talking,” she said softly. She was on her back, now, looking up at me with her eyes gleaming and her breath coming fast and shallow, “Don’t stop yet, please?”

She brought her knees up and tented the covers. Her hands were under the blanket and, from the angle of her shoulders, I was pretty sure she had her hand in her panties - if she was even wearing any. The thought made me groan involuntarily deep in my chest.

“I’m glad you like this,” she said softly. Her whole body stiffened and she gasped and moaned.

“Do you know what I’m doing?” she rasped.

“Yeah,” I managed, “I know.”

“I’m thinking about you,” she whispered, her breath coming fast and shallow, “Dirty things...”

“Jennifer,” I groaned, the pressure in my cock building to boiling point.

“You aren’t leaving,” she smiled, panting, “What are you thinking about?”

“About things that aren’t going to happen,” I admitted, “Damn it, Jen. I’ll tell you, if you weren’t eighteen...”

“You can do this, too, Steven,” she gasped, “I wish you would. I’d love to see that.”

“Jen,” I moaned.

“You can pull the sheet down and see me, if you want,” she whispered urgently, “That wouldn’t be like...real sex or anything.”

“Oh, baby, I wish I could,” I panted. I started rubbing my cock through my jeans. Jen craned her neck to see.

“Yes!” she moaned, “Oh, yes, Steven! Rub your hard dick! Look at me and rub it good!”

She kicked the covers off. She had no pajama bottoms on and her tiny cunt was exposed in the pale light. I could see the wetness glistening on it. She lifted her shirt and bared her perfect little tits.

“I’m exposed for you!” she gasped, “I’ve been wanting to show you my tits and pussy for sooo long!”

I grabbed the sheets and covered her back up.

“You are fucking killing me, here,” I growled, “You have to remain covered up, Jen. I’m begging now.”

“You don’t want to see me?” she gasped, “Oh, fuck shit! I’m so fucking close!”

She pulled her knees up to her chest. The covers fell off her tits again and I made no move to cover them.

“I’ve got three fingers in!” she panted heavily. She craned her neck and looked at the aching bulge in my pants, “Ooooh, rub it, Steven! Rub your dick! C’mon, baby, touch it! Touch your big, thick dick!”

“Jen,” I said softly, leaning over and putting my lips next to her ear, “You’re so exciting. Your little body is so perfect. But I can’t do this. I think I might be in love with your Mom and...and I don’t want to lose that. But, just this once...”

I leaned down and took her nipple into my lips and sucked it firmly. I flicked it with my tongue. She shivered and writhed and suddenly went rigid, growling deep in her chest.

“Ooooo, fuck!” she cried, “I’m cumming! Oh, you’re sucking my fucking tits! I wish your tongue was shoved all the way up my wet cunt! I’d love to feel you tongue-fucking my hole while I suck on your thick dick! Aaaaaagh!”

She moaned and rolled over on her side, panting and moaning into her hair. In a moment, the spasms subsided and she rolled over onto her back and looked up at me.

“Are you sorry we did that?” she whispered.

“No,” I replied, “I’m not sorry at all. But that’s all we can do.”

“For now,” she smiled, “I won’t be eighteen forever.”

The next few days went by in a haze for me, passing Jen in the hall and exchanging furtive looks that evoked small, knowing smiles from her. As her Mom was leaving the house one morning, she came out of her room and walked toward me, holding a conversation with Beth the length of the hall, while locking eyes with me and reaching up her tiny skirt to rub her cunt. I waited until they were both out of the house and went into her room and found a set of pictures of Jen in her bikini at the beach last summer and masturbated there on her bed while looking at them. I left them in a different place on her desk, so that she’d know they’d been moved, and went on to the office.

It was an uneventful day at work and my mind wandered. All considerations of my Johnson aside, what was I going to do about this? It was the potential ruination of my relationship with Beth, which was already the best I’d ever had and was getting better daily. Beth was wickedly intelligent, witty, hard-working, loving, a great Mom, and a sexual wildcat, absolutely the best lover I’d ever had. We did things I’d only fantasized about before and they were far beyond my fantasies. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to ruin that and yet...my cock seemed to declare Mardi Gras every time I even thought of Jennifer, much less watch her frig off with her tits and cunt exposed. I was amazed that I hadn’t just fucked the daylights out of her that first morning and pictured it constantly.

As I was mulling all this, the alert tone on my computer sounded. The little mailbox icon popped up and I opened my mailbox, as I do fifty times a day in the course of the job.

It was from Jen. I sat and looked at the sender line for a long moment and finally sighed and clicked it open.

“Thought you might like these” was all the message said.

I paused my mouse over the attachment link and got up quickly to shut my door. God alone knew what this would be.

I clicked the link and a PDF file of photos popped open. The first one was Jen looking back over her shoulder and beginning to ease her pants down over her tiny ass. The expression on her face was the same one I had seen that morning, as she worked her hot little clit while walking toward me; that look that says, “You should be fucking me right now.”

In the next photo, the pants were down and she had no panties. The soft outline of her tiny cuntlips was faintly visible in the shadows between her legs. I felt my cock starting to strain against the zipper of my pants and reached down to press it roughly against my leg.

The next photo was her bending over her desk, her feet planted apart and her cunt clearly visible, her sweet little breasts dangling picturesquely as she leaned over the desktop. The next one showed her fingering her slit lightly, followed by one in which she had three fingers shoved deeply into her hole. Next was her teasing her cuntlips with a long, pink candle and after that one with the candle sticking deep up her cunt, her hands spreading her ass cheeks widely.

The phone rang and I nearly pissed down both legs.

“Hello,” I managed.

“Are you looking at ‘em?” Jen asked softly, “I hope you are, Steven. I’ve...uh...been naughty, here, thinking about you seeing me...touching me.”

“Jen,” I stammered, “How...who took these?”

“A friend of mine,” she rasped, “A grown-up. Mmmm, you are looking! Do you like them, Steven? Do you like seeing me that way?”

“I love the one with the candle, Jen,” I whispered, “I like to see it inserted that way.”

“I’m using it now, baby,” she hissed, “Oh, fuck shit! I’m pretending it’s your thick, stiff cock! It’s...it’s like you’re fucking me!”

“Take it, Jen!” I gasped, “Take it all the way in! Oooh, you hot little bitch! You look so fucking good with something up your little cunt!”

“Oh, shit, baby!” she gasped, “I’m going to cum! You’re making me cum, you thick cocked fucker! Oh, Steven, you know I want to suck your meat, don’t you?”

“Yes, Jennifer,” I murmured, my cock straining at my zipper, “Damnit, why did you have to start this, Jennifer? All I can think about is your body, those sweet tits and your hot cunt...and that beautiful little mouth of yours.”

“I’ve been fucked, Steven,” she panted, “I know you’ve wondered. I know you think about fucking my pussy, baby. I wish you were here with me...penetrating my vagina. I want you to lay on your back while I ride your beautiful dick.”

“Oh, shit!” I groaned, “I wish I could jack off. My cock aches so bad.”

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, “Oh, baby, I’m cumming! Rggggghhh! Shit, that’s so fucking intense! Ah! Ah! Shit...Mmmmm, oh baby! Oh, Steven...My beautiful sexy man. I feel like such a whore, thinking about you...about us. You make me cum so fucking hard. Shit, I wish your dick was up me, right now. I wish I could lay here and just rock it back and forth in my cunt, feel that shaft of your dick between my lips. I’m so fucking wet, baby!”

“Oh, Jen,” I moaned, “We should never in a million years be doing this but...”

“But that’s part of it, Steven!” she said urgently, “I mean, you’re practically my stepfather! Think of that! My own stepdad slipping me dick while Mom’s out of the house! Your own little stepdaughter servicing your big cock! Oh, baby, that’s so hot! It’s so dirty and exciting I can barely think of anything else. I want you to fuck my pussy dogstyle in front of the big mirror in my room, so I can watch while your cock penetrates me! I want to watch in the mirror while you fuck my mouth.”

I was practically frantic with desire. I had heard people describe it as “burning” but had never actually felt it. Now, the heat in my groin was exactly like burning; like the time when I cleaned and minced six jalapenos and then scratched my balls before I washed my hands - an unforgettable experience (not to mention how stupid I felt) but nowhere near as pleasurable as this. I kneaded my cockhead roughly under my desk but was powerless to do anything else. The newspaper is a rabbit’s warren of little cubicles, with few offices, and those who have offices are expected to keep them open and I was the militant SOB who fought for that policy. Little did I know...

“Did you notice that your pictures were moved?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” she smiled, “Were you looking at me?”

“I laid them all out and jacked off looking at you,” I murmured.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, “I wish to fuck I was here. All that beautiful cum going to waste. I would have swallowed every drop.”

“Jen, what are we going to do?” I sighed, “I mean, all kidding aside, I can’t keep teasing with you like this and not fuck your holes. All I can think about is seeing you on your knees, eating my dick. And I want to lick your cunt so bad I can’t stand it.”

“Mom told me she’s going out of town on business this Friday night,” Jen panted, “Shit, I’m rubbing my clit again, baby! Steven, I know you love Mom and I don’t want to fuck that up - not just so we can have sex but also because she’s happy with you and she deserves it. I’m not going to fall in love with you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just want you to use my body; fuck me, eat me, feed me your dick. You know what I’d really love?”

“What, baby?” I whispered.

“I would love to try being fucked up the ass,” she said shakily, “I mean, I know it would hurt but...mmm, just the thought of you sticking your hot cock up ass, controlling me, taking all my holes...Does Mom let you fuck her anally?”

“Yeah,” I groaned, “That’s just one of the reasons I like her so much in bed. I love taking a woman’s asshole, Jen. I love to look down and see the shaft of my cock clenched in her tight hole. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, Jen, but I’d really love to buttfuck you. Your little ass just drives me crazy.”

“I can’t wait to show you my asshole, Steven,” she rasped, “I’ll spread my ass for you when you get home, so you can examine me. Even if Mom’s home, I’ll bend over my bed and spread so you can see it from the hall. I’ll make sure to spread my cunt, too.”

I left work in a daze, spot on 5:00. I don’t even remember driving home. My cock was aching and my balls felt like two balloons about to pop. I rubbed the throbbing head through my jeans and almost shot off all over myself.

I pulled into the driveway and saw that Beth’s car was not in the garage. Jen’s room light was on and I scrambled to get my keys out, dropping them in the process.

As I opened the door, Jen called out, her voice shaking.

“C’mon!” she yelled down the hall, “Hurry, before Mom comes back!”

I ran down the hall, fishing my cock out as I went.

As I entered her room, she was bending over her bed, her shirt pushed up above her tits and her skirt around her ankles on the floor. She was reaching back and spreading her asscheeks widely. Her tiny, perfect cunt was gaped slightly and the juices were running down the insides of her thighs.

“Look!” she panted, “Look at my asshole and cunt! Oh!...Oh, baby! Your cock’s out! Oooh, fuck, look at that thick hard dick!”

I leaned back against the wall next to her door and started jerking my cock in long, tight pulls.

“Oh, fuck!” she rasped, “You’re jacking it! You’re beating your beautiful meat!”

“Spread your cunt wider, bitch!” I snapped, “Show that sopping little fuckhole, now!”

She slipped the tips of her two middle fingers up her cunt and pulled it open so far that I could see up her vagina. Her asshole was slick and red and showed evidence of being used in some way.

“Were you fingering your asshole, you little whore?” I groaned, “Were you pretending my dick was up your tight little anus?”

“Yes, baby!” she gasped, “I used my candle! I pretended your cock was fucking me in my asshole!”

“Oh, Jen!” is panted, “Your cunt...”

“Fuck me a little,” she whispered, “C’mon...stick it up me for a minute before Mom gets back! Please, baby! I need cock so fucking bad!”

I moved over behind her and rubbed my cockhead up and down her tiny, creamy slit. I mashed the head against her swollen clit and she cried out sharply and began to shake.

“I’m cumming!” she shouted, “Your fucking cockhead made me cum! Mmmmm, stick it in! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I positioned my cockhead into her slit and grabbed her waist. Her vagina opened very slowly around the thickness of my head and I could feel the hot wetness beginning to suck at my erect cock. She squealed and wriggled and pushed back against me.

“Harder!” she cried, “I want all of it!”

I pulled fiercely back on her things and felt my cock start to slice into her juicy teenage fuckslit. Suddenly, my dick shot all the way up her canal and she cried out loudly.

“Fucking cock!” she panted, “O, baby, I’ve got your meat! Your thick fuckmeat is up my cunt! All the way, Steven! All the fucking way, your hot-cocked bastard!”

I pulled at her waist forcefully, sinking every millimeter of my dick into her fiercely tight little hole. She moaned and squirmed, grinding my cock against the walls of her cunt.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “We’re fucking!”

“Oh, Jen,” I gasped, “You really know how to fuck a man’s cock! Look at that little slit swallowing my prick.”

"I love fucking,” she purred, “I’ve rubbed my pussy raw thinking about this. Your big dick feels so good up inside me, Steven. Oooh, look behind us, baby! Look at that!”

I glanced over my shoulder to see our reflection squarely centered in the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was arching her back and looking over her shoulder, the right side of her ass visible as I pumped my meat into her slick fuckhole. I moved a bit to my left and turned her body slightly. Now, we had a clear, unobstructed view of her slit with my raging dick embedded in it. I pulled slowly back and the lips of her cunt dragged prettily along the shaft of my dick.

“Oh, Steven,” she groaned, “Look at it, baby! Look at our fucking! It’s so beautiful! Look at my lips dragging on your shaft!”

“You’re going to fuck the cum out of my nuts, Jen,” I panted, “That little cunt is like a mouth sucking my rod.”

“I want you to pull out when you’re through fucking it,” she moaned, “I want to turn around and suck your dick so I can swallow all your hot cum.”

“I can’t wait to fuck your little whore mouth, Jen,” I gasped, “Fuck! You’re the hottest little bitch I’ve ever dicked!”

“I’m your fuck-bitch, step-daddy,” she panted, “Does my step-daddy like fucking his little step-daughter?”

“Fuck my cock, step-daughter!” I growled, “I’m gonna rub that hot little clit and make your pussy cum!”

I reached around and fingered her slick, swollen clit. She gasped and ground her cunt in circles against my pelvis, setting up a beautiful friction deep in her hole that chewed maddeningly at the head of my aching dick. I pulled frantically on her waist and pumped my cock hard into her while jammed tight to her ass.

I looked down to watch the fucking and saw her tiny asshole winking at me. I pulled back a bit and gathered saliva in my mouth and carefully dribbled it down onto her sweet pink anus. I rubbed my middle finger in it and slowly worked it into her clenched hole.

“Ooooh, baby!” she groaned, “Do it. Do it, please!”

I ran my fingertip slowly around her tiny hole and then pushed it into the puckered center. Her sphincter resisted a bit at first but slowly opened and began to admit my finger. I pushed about two inches into her body and then began to push/pull it within her tight ass, fucking the lovely hole gently.

“Oh, Baby!” she whispered, “Oh, I’ve dreamed about this so fucking much! A hard dick up my cunt and your finger in my asshole! Mmmm, it feels so fucking good, my sexy step-daddy! Do you like fucking me, Steven? Do my cunt and asshole please you?”

“You’re so fucking hot, Jen!” I gasped, “Your little cunt is so slick and creamy! You’re fucking the hot cum out of my prick, you little whore.”

“Yes!” she groaned, “I’m such a fucking whore for you. I’ll always take cock, anytime your meat needs sex, baby. Use me, Steven! Use my cunt and asshole and my mouth for your cock’s pleasure!”

“Turn around and suck, Jen,” I rasped, “I’m about to shoot.”

I pulled my cock out of her pussy, enjoying the sight of her little hole gaped open from the thickness of my rod. It closed prettily and my dick throbbed with excitement watching her tiny lips arrange themselves along her slit.

Jen turned and dropped to her knees, taking my cockshaft into her hand and plunging the length of it deep into her mouth. I felt the head of my prick graze the back of her throat and she gagged a little before pulling back and starting to suck forcefully while drawing my dick slowly out and then taking it all again in one quick gulp.

She pulled it out of her mouth and smiled up at me.

“I’m sucking dick!” she whispered, “Watch me, baby. Do you like to see me with an erect cock in my face?”

“Oooh, you cock-eating little bitch!” I gasped, “I’m gonna shoot, Jen! Suck my fucking cock, step-daughter! Eat it! Eat it!”

She took it deep and my balls erupted, pumping cum into her eager little throat.

“Swallow it, Jen,” I moaned, “Drink all my cum, little whore.”

She locked eyes with me and swallowed loudly, letting me hear her cum-drinking. I held her head and fucked her sweet face frantically. The orgasm seemed to go on for a minute, spasming again just when I thought I had shot everything I had.

She finally milked the last drops of sperm to the head of my cock and slowly licked off the fat cum glob while I watched.

“Your sperm is so sweet, baby,” she cooed, “When Mom leaves this weekend, I’m going to strip you nude and blow you for a long, long time. I really love sucking your hard dick, Steven. Can I suck you more?”

“Yes, Jennifer,” I groaned, sweeping her up and kissing her deeply. I reached down and slid my finger up her cunt. She groaned and pressed her pretty little crotch roughly against my hand, “Your cunt is so beautiful, baby. I want to fuck it more.”

“Mmmm, my beautiful step-daddy fucked me!” she panted, “My cunt is yours, baby. My mouth and asshole, too. Are you going to use me anally this weekend?”

“Yes, little whore,” I whispered, “I’m going to screw your pretty little anus all you want.”

"Mmmm," she purred, "This is so fucking hot! Look at us, baby! We're nude and we just fucked. I swallowed your load, Steven! I finally took your big dick! I've dreamed about this ever since I met you."

"I felt so fucking guilty, Jen," I groaned, reaching around her and slicing my finger into her dripping slit, "I was thinking such dirty things about my girlfriend's innocent little daughter. I used to wait for your Mom to leave for work and then jack my cock in bed before I showered. I laid in bed and willed you to come through the door."

"I wish I had known I could," she smiled, "Ah, fuck, your finger feels so good up me! I did the same thing. I frigged my cunt every morning and fantasized about us sucking and fucking. I still ca't believe it happened!"

I turned her arounbd roughly and pushed her over the desk. I squatted between her legs and rubbed my cock up and down her slit and then rammed it up her slick little vagina.

"So right," she breathed, "So fucking right, step-daddy..."