I screwed my step-daughter (part 3)
I had been screwing my step-daughter for 2 weeks now (as
I wrote about in my past 2 letters, “I screwed my step-daughter”
- March 20, and “I screwed my step-daughter (part 2)” - April
2) but laying in bed one night, I thought about what it would
be like to have her take me in her mouth, suck my cock and take
my cum. That soon changed.
Things had changed around the house in the past week. “E”
was more open, smiling more, winking more, even copping
little feels and vocalizing her thoughts when we passed
each other in the house. This was different from the first
week after we had become intimate. I found that I, too, reciprocated,
sneaking little feels of her tits and ass when we passed.
She would just smile or yell a mock little “Hey” whenever
I did.
Thursday night, “E” came home from work and had a shower.
She had opened the door to the bathroom to let some steam
escape when I walked by. She was in 2 towels, one around her
torso and one around her hair, plucking her eyebrows in
front of the mirror. I went in to the bathroom and put my hands
around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. This caused
her to lean her head back and let out a sigh. I sucked her neck
lightly, being careful not to leave a mark. As I was kissing
her neck, I pulled the towel from her body, working my hands
around and up to feel her tits. I began to play with her nipples,
gently rolling them and pinching each one. “E” gasped louder
and then asked “Where’s my mom?” “Went for a few groceries”
I replied. “She will be gone for about half an hour”. “E”
immediately turned around and pressed her lips tightly
to mine, her tongue working its way into my mouth. I kissed
her back. We kissed for a minute or two then I lifted her onto
the vanity, getting on my knees and began to lick her pussy.
She grasped the back of my head and pulled. I ate her for a
few minutes, her sighing, moaning, telling me not to stop
before she told me she was going to cum. I kept licking her
until her orgasm hit. She wiggled and bucked on top of the
vanity until her orgasm subsided. I let out a little laugh
and she asked what was so funny. I told her that it was her.
“You’re sitting on the vanity, leaning against the mirror,
legs spread, pussy wet and you still have the towel on your
head.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny” she said. I thought
it was. I stood up, undid my pants and dropped them, telling
her “It’s my turn”. She looked at me quizzically for a second
or two and then she began to smile, got off the vanity and
dropped to her knees in front of me. “E” reached out and pulled
down my briefs, letting my cock spring out into the open.
I was rock hard. “E” looked up at me with a smile on her face
and opened her mouth, taking my cock in. All the while, she
didn’t stop looking me in the eyes. She began to suck my cock,
sliding her mouth up and down the length, taking it out of
her mouth and licking the shaft up and down before plunging
her mouth back down the length of my cock. I must say, she
was pretty good. She kept this up for a little while, licking
and sucking, me getting closer to cumming. I held her head
in my hands, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth when
the opportunity arose. I was enjoying this immensely.
After 5 or 10 minutes of her sucking my cock, I was really
close to letting go. I told her this as a warning and asked
if she wanted me to pull out and not cum in her mouth. She took
her mouth off my cock long enough to say “It’s up to you. If
you want to cum in my mouth, it was OK with me” and went back
to sucking me off. That was too much and I soon told her that
I was cumming. I sent several large streams into her mouth
and she swallowed every bit. She continued to suck me and
lick me, cleaning off my cock until I could take no more.
I leaned back and told her that was fucking incredible.
She smiled and said “Glad you liked it”. She then got up and
kissed me hard and deep. I could taste a trace of my cum in
her mouth. I kissed her back and she said “Can’t wait for
Saturday. I want your fucking cock in my so fucking bad”.
At this point, she turned and left to get dressed. I’ll tell
you about Saturday later.
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