by Selena Kitt
“It feels good,” he reminded her, as if he was reading her mind. “It’s about pleasure. The more pleasure we can give each other, the closer we’ll get to God.”
“Really?” She cocked her head in wonder, squeezing his balls gently in her hand, hearing his breath become more ragged as she explored. His hips began moving, his moans growing louder, and she pulled her hand back, alarmed. “Is it okay? Was I hurting you?”
“No, sweetheart,” he assured her, guiding her hand back between his legs. “You can touch me anywhere you like. Here, let’s make this easier.”
“We won’t tell your mother about my boots or this little lesson, right?” He pulled off his boots, grinning as she watched. “It’ll be our secret.”
“Okay,” Hanna readily agreed.
“She’d think it wrong.” Her stepfather slipped out of his jeans and boxers. “But she’s the one who’s so horribly wrong.”
“That’s because she lets Pastor David think for her, instead of thinking for herself.” The words escaped Hanna’s mouth and she clapped her hands over it quickly, but that barn door had been opened, the horses already released.
“It’s true.” Her stepfather laughed. “Smart girl. Come here.”
Hanna let him take her by the upper arms, gently guiding her down to kneel between his open thighs.
“I’m going to show you how to take a man into your mouth.” His hand moved in her hair. “How to suck on him to make him as big as he can be, so he can pleasure you.”
“Oh I like that idea.”
“Me too.” He chuckled. “Are you afraid of it?”
She shook her head, gazing at his cock. “I think it’s beautiful.”
“Do you?” he smiled. “Go ahead and touch it. Like you were before.”
Hanna grasped it in her fist, liking the way it made him moan when she began to stroke it up and down, like she’d seen him do. She liked the way it pleased him.
“Would you like to try putting it in your mouth?”
She nodded, leaning in, eager, but his hand in her hair kept her at bay.
“Easy,” he urged. “No teeth. That could hurt. Just your lips and your tongue. Round those pretty lips over your teeth and take as much of it into your mouth as you can.”
He moved her head to him until the head of his cock rested against her lips. She couldn’t breath as her heart thumped in her chest like a rabbit’s foot. As he lifted his hips, sliding himself into her mouth, she curled her lips as he’d said. She didn’t want to hurt him.
“Now, lick it. Roll your tongue around it. Feel the veins. Get it wet. Move your fingers through the wetness until you can easily slide them up and down. This makes him hard for you.” His last sentence ended with a hiss of air over his teeth as she obeyed.
His penis—his cock—was swollen, engorged, filled with blood, throbbing under her tongue. His skin was salty and she licked the head, curious about that sticky liquid. That tasted peppery, almost hot, like it might burn her tongue. Salt and pepper. That’s what cock tasted like. The realization excited her. Hanna knelt up, squeezing him in her fist as she leaned in, taking more of him into her mouth. It was a little scary—he was big—and she could only take about half of it before she withdrew with a gasp.
“Very good, for a first try.” He smiled down at her, hand moving through her hair. “Ready to try again?”
“It feels good?” she tipped her head back to meet his eyes.
“Oh yes, very good,” he assured her, guiding her head back between his thighs.
Hanna let him, aiming his cock, taking it into her mouth, further this time, slightly more than halfway. But this time she didn’t pull away. This time she moved him deeper into her throat, feeling the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, urging her on. The rhythm was easy, up and down, although the faster she went, the dizzier she felt. Still, she persisted. She liked the way it made her feel—the motion made her sex ache with need. She also liked the way it made him feel. His soft cries and low moans made her tremble with lust.
She knew she should feel guilty, but for some reason, she didn’t. In fact, that nagging weight of shame she carried with her always, like an elephant sitting on her chest, began to lighten until it fell away completely, nearly forgotten. Being with Marshall had the exact opposite affect she imagined it would.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he moaned as he grabbed her hair, not hard, using it to move deeper, his hips rising. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged and pulled back, eyes watering as she blinked up at him in surprise, more because of the profanity than his enthusiasm.
“It’s okay.” He smiled, looking sheepish. “Sorry. It felt so good I got a little carried away. It’s been a long time since… well… it’s quite a gift to have a woman’s mouth around your cock.”
“You… swore…” Hanna tried to catch her breath. She’d never heard foul language come out of his mouth before. Ever.
“Words only have the meanings we place on them.” He smiled, petting her hair. “Aside from taking the Lord’s name in vain, how do we know a word is profane? Have you seen a list of forbidden words written in the Bible?”
She shook her head.
“We’ve decided the word ‘fuck’ is profane, but why?” He shook his head. “They’re just words. Erection, dick, cock, breasts, pussy… they’re just words. And they’re actually very useful words.”
“Useful… how?” Hanna swallowed, hearing that string of words coming from her stepfather’s mouth making her feel tingly all over.
“It’s the language of lovers,” he explained. “We can use those words to tell each other what we like, to increase our pleasure.”
“Ohhh.” She nodded her understanding, her gaze falling to his erection. It was still wet from her mouth, and it hadn’t waned in the least while they’d been talking. In fact, it seemed even bigger to her, more swollen, and a bit of clear liquid appeared at the tip.
“Look what you did.” He smiled, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the fluid.
“Is it bad?” Hanna frowned.
“No.” He chuckled. “It’s good. Very good. That’s a little bit of pre-cum. It means you made me very, very excited.”
“I thought I tasted it, before.” She swallowed, feeling hungry as she looked at his swollen length. “Kind of… peppery. Hot.”
“Did you like it?” he asked, touching her cheek, the backs of his fingers brushing her skin.
“Yes.” She leaned in, eager, licking the drop of pre-cum off the head of his cock. Marshall moaned softly when she did that, watching her pink tongue snake around and around. But he wouldn’t let her suck him again. Instead, he reached down to lift his heavy sack, rolling his balls in his hand.
“Would you lick to try licking these?” he offered and Hanna leaned in, eager to please him. “Gently. Get them wet with your tongue first… mmm yes, like that… now suck one into your mouth… ohhhh yes… such a good girl…”
Hanna preened under his praise, exploring him with her tongue. They were heavy, but pliable, nothing at all like the hard length of his cock bobbing over her head. She sucked at one, gently, remembering his admonition, then the other, amazed and amused at the way they moved in her mouth. His cock wept clear fluid in response and she reached for it, fascinated, slowly stroking him as she licked and sucked his balls.
“Ohhhh wait, wait,” he gasped, pulling back, but not before Hanna felt his thigh trembling against her cheek.
“Did I do it wrong?” She was afraid to disappoint him, especially since he was being so generous with her, sharing his body and his wisdom.
“No, no,” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet. “Quite the opposite. You were so good with your mouth, you almost made me come.”
“Oh.” She brightened at this thought.
“But I want to be inside you,” he reminded her, making her tremble at the thought. “I want to show you what it’s like, what pleasure we can have together. A man can bring a woman great pleasur
e, and not just with his cock. He can use his hands and mouth too, like you did with me.”
Hanna’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. His hands or mouth on her seemed unfathomable, though she knew about it from biology and books.
“Undress for me,” he said.
She stood there a second, her body swaying at the thought of being naked in front of him. Her mother had cautioned her since she was young to cover herself fully except when bathing. Even in the bath, she was told to always use a cloth, to never let her fingers touch her breasts or between her legs as she had just done last night.
“Don’t be shy.” His gaze moved over her body, still clothed, and that made her feel warm.
But her shaking hands remained poised over the buttons dotting the front of her neck-to-floor calico dress—her mother made them, sewing lace at the collar, the hem, and at the cuffs of the long sleeves—so he reached up to undo the buttons for her. She stood there, arms down now at her sides, letting him undress her, moving her like a doll as he stripped her, not only her dress, but her white cotton bra and panties and socks as well.
She fought the urge to cover herself as his hungry eyes roamed.
“You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” His hands settled at the curve of her waist, his eyes meeting hers. “Never hide this body from a man you love. You have curves in all of the right places. Part of what arouses a man is seeing a woman like this, touching her body.”
“It arouses… him?” She crinkled her nose in confusion, biting her lip when he placed his hands on her breasts, shivering when his thumbs brushed her nipples. “But…”
“But it arouses you too?” He nodded, watching her face as he pressed her nipples with his thumbs, making her moan.
“Yes,” she whispered. “When I touch myself… oh, it feels so good, Daddy. She told me it was wrong, and I felt so guilty but…”
“It’s not wrong to feel pleasure.” His hands kneaded her breasts. “And you should fulfill those urges when you don’t have a husband to do it for you.”
“It’s really okay?” she frowned at this conflictual information, but the way he rolled her nipples, sending hot, tingly sensations between her thighs, distracted her.
“It’s more than okay,” he reassured her. “It’s good. Even when you have a husband, you should pleasure yourself if you want to.”
“Really?” It was all so confusing. “But I thought, once I was married, that he would be the one who…”
“Oh of course, he will.” Marshall’s hands moved down her body, over her soft curves. “I’m going to show you everything a man should do for you, so that once you’re married, you won’t be afraid and you can give yourself fully to him.”
Her nipples were achingly hard. The skin tingled as it tightened. She felt a rush all the way down between her legs where she had already grown wetter.
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“Your nipples are beautiful.” Marshall eyed them like a kid in a candy store. “Someday they’ll feed a baby, but right now they’re just for pleasure. I’m going to show you how your nipples get even harder, like my erection, when they’re sucked on.”
When his full, wet and warm lips formed around one, gave it a small suck before flicking the tiny nub with his tongue, she groaned, her knees going weak. Between her thighs, way up inside her, she pulsed like she had after her dream the other night, a feeling that created an undeniable urge to have something inside her.
“Oh Daddy,” she whispered, her hands in his hair, head going back as he moved to her other nipple, sucking so long and hard, her stomach tightened into a hard ball before it released and something like nervous butterflies fluttered through her middle.
“Does that make your pussy wet?” he whispered, flicking her nipple with her tongue.
She nodded, flushing at that word. My pussy. It sounded so foreign and strange, but exciting too.
“Come here.” He guided her, pressing her onto the bed. “On your back. Good girl. Now… let your legs fall open.”
She looked up at him, biting her lip, too afraid to show him so, with gentle hands, he pushed her knees apart.
“Oh Hanna,” he breathed, eyes glassy as he stared between her legs. “You’re pussy is so beautiful. So… fucking… beautiful…”
He throat clicked as he swallowed.
“You like it?” She blinked in surprise at his reaction.
“Have you ever seen yourself?” His gaze lifted and he met her eyes. “Have you ever seen how beautiful you are down there?”
“No!” She gasped at the thought. She couldn’t remember looking down there at all, not since long before she started growing sparse, blonde hair in her nether regions.
“I can see how wet you are…” Her stepfather’s gaze moved again between her thighs. “Look, let me show you.”
He moved to take a hand mirror from her mother’s dresser, one that had been passed down, mother to daughter. It was an old, antique thing with a long gold handle. Her stepfather gave it to her, positioning it so Hanna could lift her head, look down, and see. The curly blonde hair between her legs covered her swollen, glistening wet folds, but she could see how pink her flesh was.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he murmured and Hanna nodded, not trusting her voice.
She kept hearing her mother’s voice and fought those feelings. She was supposed to feel guilty about being naked in front of her stepfather, to be doing such things with him, such wonderful things. Her mother didn’t believe in too much pleasure. In fact, Pastor David said—always that phrase, uttered from her mother’s mouth—pleasure should be used as a gauge to stop people from sinning. If it felt good, you knew it was wrong.
Only, this felt so right.
Marshall finally removed his shirt before he got on the bed on all fours between her wide open legs. Her whole body tingled just having him so close. Then, instead of taking her, entering her like she expected him to and was braced for, he settled himself between her open thighs. Hanna looked down at him in surprise and wonder as he held the mirror, angled so she could see.
“See this here?” His finger moved over a tiny nub at the top of her cleft, that secret spot, the one that, when touched, thrilled her like nothing else ever had. Her bottom clenched tight at his touch and she gasped out loud. “This is your clitoris. Is feels good to be touched here, doesn’t it? Do you like that?”
“Ohh yes,” she breathed.
“You’ve rubbed this spot before?” He passed his finger over that spot, back and forth, and she cried out. Her body felt tight, strung taut, like he was plucking a guitar string, making her whole being sing. “Until you climaxed?”
“Yes,” she confessed with a little nod of her head.
“But you’ve never had it kissed or licked?”
“No!” Hanna watched in the mirror as he rubbed it with his fingers, rubbing her wetness over the hood of her clit.
“Does that shock you?” he smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh. His breath was warm, his lips soft. “I love to kiss and lick a woman there. I love the taste, the way she feels in my mouth. Can I kiss you there, Hanna?”
“You really like it?” She frowned, disbelieving, but nodded her assent when he reassured her with a groan and a fervent nod of his own.
Then his mouth moved between her legs, his tongue darting out to part her folds, moving back and forth until it nestled itself at the top of her slit. Her fingers—and his—felt incredible. But this? This was bliss. Pure heaven. This must be what angels felt every minute of the day. All of her denied desires broke through whatever was left of the wall her mother had built, flowing out of her like honey.
“Oh Daddy!” she moaned, her hips rocking up to meet his flickering tongue. “Oh that feels so… so… ohhhhh!”
“Mmm,” he agreed, fastening his mouth over her mound, sucking and licking, the heat of his tongue lashing her again and again.
Hanna grabbed the mirror from him, angling it so she could watch her stepfather lick her wet pussy. She marveled at it, not
just the sensation, but watching his tongue flick and tease her clit, sucking at that little bit of flesh, his breath hot. One hand held the mirror, the other moved in his hair, her hips moving all on their own, pressing up, wanting more, more, more, until it was difficult for him to follow her and he grabbed her ass in his big hands.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hanna apologized, shame flooding her cheeks. “Am I supposed to keep still?”
“No, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “That’s a natural movement. You’ll move just like that when I’m inside you. But I want to make you climax like this first. You taste so good. Look how wet and delicious you are.”
She was looking. The mirror reflected the way his tongue flattened, moving between her lips, brushing downward over her hole. That’s where he would slide inside of her, she knew. His tongue probed there, sucking and licking her juices, before slipping upward again. When he reached the very top, she moaned, pushing up again with her hips.
“Oh Daddy, yes, right there,” she moaned, dropping the mirror so she could run both hands through his hair. “Please! Please!
She found herself begging him again and again, her body trembling on the precipice of that hot rush of contractions she’d experienced the night before at her own hand—only this was stronger. So much stronger. The sensation of his wet tongue was something sublime, beyond anything she’d ever experienced. He didn’t let up, flicking his tongue and sucking in a glorious rhythm. Her hips moved, faster, the wet sound of his face buried between her legs filling the room.
“Oh! Daddy! Oh now, please, now!”
He grunted and grabbed her behind in his hands, squeezing and pulling her close as her orgasm overtook her. The tremors shook her heated body, muscles tightening and releasing, her toes curling as she quaked in his arms, thrashing on the bed. The sensation filled her with a bright, shuddering light, a fire that blurred all sensation into a pinnacle of sheer bliss that she feared, for a moment, might actually drive her mad.
She opened her eyes when he laid his body over hers. She welcomed him, his chest heavy, his erection nestled between their bellies, as he pressed his wet lips to hers.