by Terry Towers
His cock became so hard, that it produced a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. It strained to be released. He was about to remove his hands from her when she turned in his lap, seemingly to reach for something on the floor behind her. He didn't know what she was reaching for and didn't really give a shit for that matter. All that his mind was capable of focusing on was her ass, just a couple of feet from his face, partially uncovered since her skirt had risen nearly up over her hips.
He ran his hands up the back of her thighs, which caused a soft moan to come from her. Just the sound of her faint moan, nearly sent him over the edge, right then and there. From that moment - something seemed to click within him; he was no longer seeing her as his stepdaughter, but as a damned sexy, desirable, wanton woman, inviting his hands to explore her most intimate areas.
His hands worked their way up her thighs to her ass. Blake pushed her skirt up over her hips completely exposing the thin lace thong. "Sweet lord, Vivian," he groaned, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the thong and pulled it down over her hips and ass, then off, tossing it to the floor.
Her ass was so firm, so round, so perfect.
She moaned softly a second time, as the cool air touched her moist, exposed pussy. She was no longer pretending to reach for something, her back was now arched, lifting her ass to him, begging him to play and explore.
Blake let out a ragged breath not even realizing, until that moment, that he had been holding it. His hands worked their way back up her inner thighs until they reached the apex between her legs. He paused momentarily, giving her a second to protest. She didn't. Instead, she arched her back further, lifting her tight, toned ass up to him, a fraction of an inch higher.
His fingers slid down the length of her slit from her clit to her anus. He was shocked and very excited to realize that not only was her pussy completely shaved, but she was extremely wet. His cock was so hard, his balls so tight, they both ached, but he wasn't about to free them yet. If he did, he'd be thrusting into her within seconds. So he endured.
His fingers dipped into her slit again, parting the lips of her pink pussy and exposing the hardened nub underneath. Her breathing became irregular, and she moaned again as his fingers began to pinch and rub her clit. Circling and teasing it with his fingertips.
As one hand worked her clit, the other hand plunged two fingers into her core. She gasped, and rocked against his hand as he began to stroke inside her. Thrusting in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his fingers.
Her pussy was so damned tight, it was driving him wild. It had been a long time since he'd come across one that clung to his fingers like hers did. She was now moaning, her body writhing under his touch. He longed to explore that tight little ass of hers, but decided to leave that for another time. Tonight was about making her cry out for him, having her beg him to take her, because at that moment, he felt he'd never before wanted a woman to want him so badly.
He watched as his fingers continued to slide in and out, stroking her inner wall, causing tremors to vibrate through her body. She was close, he could tell just by the way, her body was tensing up, her pussy clutching tighter to his fingers. Finally, she cried out his name as her body rocked with her orgasm, and her pussy gushed out her warm juices over his fingers and knuckles.
Not able to resist himself, he brought the two fingers that had worked her pussy to his mouth and licked off her juices. Fuck! She tastes so fucking good.
She flipped over to her back and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with lust, and a deep hunger for him. A hunger so feral that he seriously doubted he'd ever had a woman want him so badly. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid, her chest heaving.
Blake's fingers ran their way up her defined abdominals, pushing the hem of her shirt up to expose a dainty beige cotton bra, with a small beige bow. She was so young and refreshing. Her body was lean and muscular, but with a touch of feminine softness.
He pushed the bra up exposing her small, pink nipples. He ran his hands over them, palming her breasts. And they were, as he suspected a perfect fit for each of his hands. Like they were made just for him. Like she was made just for him. She closed her eyes, and arched her back further, letting a soft, contented sigh escape her lips.
Her nipples reacted to his touch instantly, tightening into hardened beads. As he continued to pinch, roll and tease them, he felt her hand working the zipper of his jeans. The button gave way, the zipper along with it. Then her hand was creeping its way under his boxers and grasping his rock hard cock.
A groan, loud and deep erupted from him. He let his head fall back against the sofa and basked in the feel of her soft hand stroking him. His cock was already slick, cum seeping from the tip, simply from exploring her body. Her hand on him was almost enough to make him explode then and there.
He held back. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some inexperienced teenager, blowing his load just because she’d touched his dick. But he'd dreamed, fantasized, longed for just this moment for so damned long it was taking every ounce of his reserve to hold it back.
So intent on keeping himself from coming, and simply focusing on the pleasure her hand was giving him, he hadn't even noticed she had moved from the sofa and was now on her knees, on the floor, in front of him. It wasn't until he felt her tongue lick the pre-cum from the head of his cock that he noticed.
Opening his eyes, Blake looked down at her. She was so beautiful, her tongue circling the head of his cock, lapping up his cum as if it was the tastiest thing she had ever had the pleasure of sampling.
"Vivian," Blake groaned, his hands working their way through her hair, stroking the length of her long locks. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and wild with desire for him.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this to you Blake," she whispered as her mouth took the head of his thick shaft into it.
He gasped, his fingers fisting into her hair. He was so close that his entire body was tense. It felt as though it was vibrating, waiting for the delicious moment when he finally allowed himself to let go.
"I need to come, Vivian," he finally admitted half-embarrassed by his lack of stamina in the current situation. "I don't think I can hold back much longer."
Vivian's eyes focused back onto his once more, a curious expression on her face. Her hand at the base of his cock freezing in mid-stroke. "Why would you be holding back? We have all night to fuck." She immediately went back to taking his head into her mouth.
"Take it all in sweetie," he commanded, his voice breaking as he said it.
She took him all in, or at least the majority - what she could. He could feel the head of his cock as it touched the back of her throat and sweet god it felt better than anything he'd ever experienced before. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, just like he had imagined so many times in the past, but it didn't last long.
Within a minute of her fully taking him in, the tension became too much. "Vivian," he moaned as he released deep into her mouth, his body finally relaxed for the first time since she'd sat down next to him.
As Blake looked down at Vivian, her tongue running suggestively over her lush lips, the gravity of what had just transpired hit him. He’d let his hormones override his judgement. She looked up to him, depended on him, and he’d used her. He felt like royal shit for it.
Pulling up his jeans and fastening them, he stood pulling her up with him. She looked at him with confusion on her face as he straightened her clothing. "I'm so sorry, Viv. I shouldn't have let this happen."
Vivian made an attempt to protest, but he brushed past her, unable to look her in the eye. Like a man possessed, his conscience nagging at him, he walked out to the kitchen snatched up the keys to his jeep and rushed out of the front door.
Chapter 4
Vivian pulled the white curtains in the living room aside and watched as Blake jumped into his jeep and sped off down the gravel driveway before disappearing around the corner. She clucked her tongue against th
e roof of her mouth. The taste of him was still very much present in her mouth, reminding her of what had just take place between them.
His reaction wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. Frustrated, she looked over her shoulder to check the time. It was 1am. She was almost certain she knew where he was headed. Mike Mitchell's bar, which closed in an hour. Remembering she still had his mobile phone's tracking activated she walked back into the kitchen and pulled her phone from her purse.
Just as she had suspected.
He was just a few blocks down the road at Mike's. She imagined he was there beating himself up over what had just happened. She weighed the pros and cons of going after him and decided to give him enough time for a couple of drinks before she would do so.
Vivian paced the floor, back and forth, watching the time and the phone's tracking. He was still there. After giving him a full thirty minutes she grabbed her purse and headed for her car. They'd have a little chat, and she'd make him realize it wasn't him that had initiated it. She was the one who wanted him. As she walked outside she noticed that she was still feeling slightly light-headed and her body was still throbbing from the orgasm he’d given her.
She wanted that feeling again, and again, and again, until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Now that she knew that he held the same desire for her that she had for him, she was sure all she needed to do was make him realize that what they’d experienced together was wonderful and right. And one of the best things that could have ever happened, to either of them.
Once he saw things her way, then they could move on and perhaps consider a real relationship, as a couple. No longer stepfather and stepdaughter.
Just as Vivian turned the key in the ignition to her little Focus she glanced over to the tracking and noticed Blake was once again on the move. She held her breath waiting to see where he was headed. His marker stopped at what she assumed was the exit to the bar, it paused for what seemed like an endless minute, then to her relief it started to travel back towards the house, and more importantly, to her.
Turning the engine off again, she grabbed her phone and purse and sprinted for the house, figuring it would be better for him to find her casually relaxing watching some more of the Freddy marathon rather than standing by the window awaiting his return. The marathon was now on the third film and Freddy was currently in the middle of killing some girl by pulling her headfirst into a television set, mounted on the wall. Not his most creative kill, Vivian found herself thinking as the front door opened, which she presumed meant Blake was home.
She strained her ears to hear what he was doing in the kitchen, but stayed where she was. Let him come to you, she advised herself. Which he finally did. When she felt his eyes on her, Vivian looked over to see his sexy body leaning against the living room entryway.
Their gazes locked.
"Tell me what you want, Vivian," Blake said, breaking the silence.
What did she want? Was he so blind that he couldn't see what she wanted? Or was he just making sure...? She answered with the only answer she could. "I want you."
He seemed to consider her answer, as he ran a shaky hand through his thick, short blonde hair. "Then why are you still sitting over there?" he finally asked, a hint of a grin played across his lips.
Vivian smiled at him, the look of relief and love in her eyes clearly telling him everything he needed to know. She stood and rushed over to him, falling into his arms. Blake caught her, pulling her so tightly against his rock hard body that she had to fight to breathe.
He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his. His grey eyes spoke of the feelings he possessed for her; desire, love, admiration, respect. He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips sweeping across hers ever-so-lightly, making her long for more.
Her hands snaked up around his neck as she pulled herself up to him and deepened the kiss, her tongue eagerly moving past his lips, seeking out his own. While their tongues dueled, his hands moved up under her skirt and gripped her bottom, squeezing it and pulling her groin tight against the ridge of his cock.
"Let's go upstairs," she moaned under her lips.
He pulled back from her, looking deep into her desire-ridden brown eyes. "Are you sure?"
Was she sure? She had never been so sure of anything in her life! She nodded as she chewed lightly on her lower lip.
"Alright," Blake nodded. His hand cupping the back of her head, he urged her lips back up to his, claiming her lush lips once more. This time, however, the tenderness was replaced with heated urgency. Without warning he scooped her up into his arms, causing a squeal of surprise to escape her lips. He hurried up the stairs and carried her into his bedroom, depositing her gently on the bed.
"Come here," she commanded, as she got to her knees and pulled his still standing body closer to the bed. She pushed the hem of his t-shirt up, so she could admire the fine definition of his abdominal muscles. Blake took the initiative to remove the shirt fully, tossing it to the floor.
Leaning forward, Vivian placed feather light kisses on his stomach and worked her way up his torso as her hands worked to undo his jeans. When she had his jeans undone she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor at his feet. His growing erection, pushed against his cotton boxers, begging her to touch, taste and fuck it.
Shivers of anticipation ran through her as he bent over, took hold of the hem of her camisole and pulled it up over her head. She'd been waiting for this moment for so long, dreamed of it, and now, in a matter of minutes, he was going to be hers!
Climbing on the bed, Blake pushed her tiny body gently back with his own powerful one. Oh, how she loved the feel of him, hovering over her, his large, muscular, body covering hers. His mouth captured hers, with an increased hunger and intensity, which sent a wave of anticipation through her body, ending in a pulsating between her legs. She wriggled her body under his, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
With a growl Blake's mouth left hers and trailed kisses across her jaw and down the length of her neck. His fingers worked quickly as they unclasped her bra and slid it over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor. His mouth captured her left nipple as his hand palmed the other breast.
His tongue and teeth sent a new wave of electricity shooting through her body. Her hips bucked against him. "I need it now, Blake!" she gasped, while her hands gripped his back, digging into his golden tanned flesh.
"I'm taking it slow with you this time, honey," he murmured as his tongue and teeth slid over to the other breast nipping and teasing the second nipple, into a hardened bead.
Vivian groaned in frustration. She wanted his cock so damned badly. Her body was aching for it. Why must he torture her? He was so evil. But, at the same time it felt so good, she didn't want him to stop.
Blake's mouth and tongue worked its way down from her breasts and over her flat stomach, his fingers tugging down her skirt and panties as he went. Vivian bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out when he reached her cleanly shaven pussy. The heat of his breath over the wet, sensitive area between her legs was driving her wild for him. Her hands took hold of the rungs on the headboard, gripping them tight.
"Spread your legs for me Vivian," he instructed, running a finger across her juicy slit from her anus to her clit.
With a satisfied sigh, she did as she was told.
"I'm going to eat your hot little pussy like you've never had it eaten before," he promised. His fingers spread her pussy lips and exposed the quivering swollen clit.
Vivian groaned, "Please Blake!" The muscles in her arms tightened as she felt his tongue lick her from her opening to her clit, lapping up her juices. "Oh fuck!"
"Soon," he responded. "I want you to watch me eat you Viv."
She nodded, opened her eyes and watched as his tongue flicked and teased her clit. While his tongue and lips sucked and nipped at her hardened nub, his fingers slipped inside her. His fingers attempted
to stretch her pussy in preparation to accommodate his thick, long shaft.
"If your pussy is this tight, I can only imagine what it's going to be like when I fuck your ass Viv," he said, his voice thick with lust.
My ass! Vivian's eyes went wide as she looked down at him, devouring her.
Noticing her alarmed expression, he chuckled. "Not tonight, honey, not yet. We'll save that for later," he assured her.
She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She'd never had a man explore her anus before, but had been curious as to how it felt. But all thoughts of him fucking her ass quickly left her mind as his tongue plunged deep into her warmth. As his tongue, licked and sucked, his finger used her own juices to lube her ass, then slowly made its way into her.
With a gasp, Vivian bucked against him. The muscles in her ass gripped onto his finger. Her pussy ached with need to be filled and the tremors continued to rock through her body. She writhed in sweet agony.
"You're so cruel, Blake," she cried out, when his finger probed deeper into her virgin ass.
"Don't fight me Viv. Relax, honey."
She did as he told her, relaxing the muscles in her ass. She let the pleasure crash through her as his tongue and hands brought her to the edge. "My God, Blake, I'm coming!" She wasn't sure if she screamed it or simply stated it. She was overtaken by a pleasure and relief so intense it brought tears to her eyes. Her pelvis bucked against him, as her juices exploded into his mouth, and covered his hands.
Standing, Blake shed his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock. He then lay back down beside his lovely Vivian, kissing her forehead and then capturing her mouth in a sweet, warm, loving kiss. A kiss that not only rocked her body, but her soul as well.
She loved the taste of herself on his lips and tongue.