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Becky and Kristy
by Dark Things Come (dark_things_come@yahoo.com)
***
A short story about getting it on with future step
daughter, turns into a novelle. (FFMf, ped, inc, 1st,
bd, ws)
***
Becky and I walked hand-in-hand into her living room,
flicking the lights on as we came in through the front
door. We had both noticed Kent's car out front when we
pulled up. Seeing no obvious lights coming from the
house, Becky said her 16 year old daughter Kristy and
17 year old boyfriend had better not be in Kristy's
room. We both laughed at the idea. I thought I knew her
daughter as well as she, and Kristy (often just Kris)
was a smart girl, sometimes shy, and always said she
knew better. Ha!
It should be noted, her mom and I were about an hour
earlier than we said we would be. After dinner our
plans were to catch a three-hour long Oliver Stone
picture. Two-thirds the way through, the film broke. So
much for opening night! So, with rain checks in hand,
and dreading to sit through that movie again just to
see the ending, Becky and I strode in. We figured that
her daughter and Kent were watching the horror flick
Becky had rented for the two that afternoon.
Somehow, even with the racket of opening the front
door, the two didn't notice we were home until the
lights came on. The image I saw in that moment will
forever be in my head (at least I hope so). Kris was
sitting on the couch, her body nude from the top up.
She was actually leaning over, one hand supporting her,
the other around the base of Kent's cock. Her mouth was
wrapped around the rest of it. Kent was reclining on
the couch, shirt open, his jeans halfway down his
thighs. He had one hand draped off the couch, the other
on the back of Kristy's head, controlling her pace.
I can remember Kris' strawberry blond hair cascading
over one shoulder, her waif like body with the small
buds of breasts, her eyes scrunched closed in
concentration. Of course, the lights put an end to
that, and began a scene of chaos. Kris scrambling away,
covering her chest, grabbing her shirt. I noticed that
her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, but fortunately
for the girl, her mom didn't. Kent first started to do
up his shirt, then realizes his own absurdity before
hiking up his jeans.
Becky screams. Kris screamed. Becky cursed, Kris just
hollered back. About the time Kent was next to me,
shoes in hand, shirt flapping, other hand holding up
his unbuckled jeans, Becky yelled for me to take the
boy out back and shoot him.
That, by the way, was exactly my intention. First, I
just wanted out of the shouting match. I knew that was
for Becky and her daughter to work out. But secondly, I
loved Kristy and wanted to protect her from all that I
could, especially horny teenage boys. Her mom and I had
been dating for three years, and in that time, the girl
had become like my own.
Becky had given birth to Kristy at a young age, been
married to the father for eight years before their
divorce. Becky never talked about her ex or what
happened, but the way she sometimes questioned me led
me to believe he had somehow destroyed her trust-
whatever else he may have done.
From what Kristy had told me, her father tried to stay
in her life for a couple of years, but he eventually
faded away. The last Kris new, he had a new girlfriend
several towns away. I could always hear the pain in her
voice when she talked about him. I noticed a year ago
she finally put up the two pictures she had in her room
of them together. Every so often, I thought Kris turned
to me as a father, and those times made my heart sore.
At any rate, I had Kent by the scruff of his neck and
was intent on killing the boy. He didn't object when I
hauled him toward the garage, but did try to slow us
down by planting his feet. I gave him one good jerk and
we were going again.
"Mr. Travis, I..."
"Shut up Kent. If you know what's good for you, you
won't say another word."
"Yes sir," he dumbly replied.
Just outside the garage, a good five minute walk from
the main house, I settled down. The walk had done much
to cool my temper. I knew I couldn't shoot the boy- no
good way to cover it up-, and then I thought about me
at his age. I stopped, let go of the boy, and turned to
look at him in the light of the three-quarter moon. I
had to be impressed. Tall enough to be a basketball
player but without the body for the rest of it (Kris
had fallen for his "brains," which seemed sorely
lacking tonight), he still had a hard-on you could see
bulging under his jeans.
Now, I don't know for sure, but I think most men would
have deflated pretty quickly in the situation. Not
Kent. And from what I could tell, he had the length to
give most men a run for their money. I doubted if the
poor boy would even make it home before pulling over
and whacking off.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him straight
in the eye. "You almost did a real stupid thing
tonight- a really big mistake, do you understand?" I
said it in my heaviest, darkest, marine drill
instructor I had.
Kent mutely nodded.
"Fortunately, we don't have to make mistakes to learn
from them, or find out their consequences. Now, I'm
going into that garage, and you're going to learn from
your mistake when I come back. DO NOT MOVE."
Again, the silent nod.
I turned on my heel and marched purposefully toward the
garage. I fiddled with the keys for a moment, glanced
back at Kent with my most withering stare, and entered.
I was pleased to see the boy shaking in his socks.
I came out a few minutes later (long enough for him to
stew in fear), a collection of porn magazines in my
arm. "I'm giving these to you. Carry one with you
everywhere you go. Next time you feel like playing with
a little girl, get one out. Home, movies, school. Do
you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Now, I'm not going to tell you to stay away from
Kristy, because I know you and she will eventually do
whatever you want. But, if I ever catch you around her
myself again, or hear from one of her friends about
you, I will hurt you. I believe in trying the carrot
before the stick. These are your carrots, next time you
get the stick." I handed him the stack of magazines,
then finished by saying, "I pay Kristy's cell phone
bill, I have the phone lines tapped, I get the mail,
and I know all of Kristy's screen names and all her
passwords. Your name and number ever come up, and you
get the stick. Got that?" Yeah, I lied a little about
all that, but not much. I jabbed a finger into his
chest, surprised to find it mildly muscular. Well, I
thought bemused, our shy little girl could really pick
out men. "Now get."
Kent took off at a trot, and I followed slow and
lazily. No use rushing back to the house, I thought.
WWIII was probably still going on. If I smoked, I
probably would have pulled out a cigarette.
I stood on the porch until well after Kent left and any
cigarette would be gone. Inside, the house was still
and dark, only a kitchen light burning to illuminate my
way to the master bedroom.
Becky was already in bed, but not asleep. I could hear
her sniffling in the darkness. I turned on the bathroom
light to get ready for bed. Thirty minutes ago, Becky
was grabbing my crotch in the car and reading dirty
magazines to me as I drove home. Now... Now I was
wishing I had brought in a magazine for myself.
If the previous night had been WWIII, then another Cold
War set in. Kristy was obviously grounded, and this
being a four day weekend made time especially long. She
could not use the phone, no IM or internet at all, and
no going out. Not, Becky said, until she had decided
Kristy's punishment.
None of this was a joy for any of us. Becky refused to
leave the house in order to keep a close eye on Kris,
and Kris only came out of her room to get something to
eat. Her mom had forgot to ground her from her tv, so
between cable and her books, she was only passively
annoyed.
When Monday rolled around, Becky finally had to go into
work. With Kris still off for some holiday or another,
I had the job of policing her activities. I mildly
protested that I didn't like being put in that
position, but Becky retorted that if I ever wanted to
be a father, I had to act like one. Becky knew I wanted
to marry her, to adopt Kristy as my own, but she had
yet to live down the misery of her first marriage.
Still, she sometimes threw it back on me. Defeated, I
agreed.
I locked myself in my den from 8 to 11, made a quick
grand as a day trader, and called it quits. I grabbed a
movie in the living room and slouched on the couch.
Kristy came out of her bedroom around 11:30.
"Want some lunch?," she asked.
Kristy had her long hair tied up in a bun, her glasses
on her cute button nose, a long t-shirt and a pair of
baggy sweats.
"No thanks, Hon," figuring that was the end of it. But
I was surprised when she flumped down next to me.
"Would you please get mom to cool off?"
"I wish I could, but this is something you and her need
to work out together."
"Right, if she'll ever talk to me again."
"She will, but I know why she's angry. I'm angry too,
you know. Your mom trusted you and I trusted you."
"Why?," she blurted out, standing up. "Because you
never look at me. All you see is the cute little girl
with glasses, the bookworm I've been since I was 10.
Don't you see I'm growing?" She pulled her glasses off
and tossed them on the couch beside me. Standing as
straight as possible, she slid her arms down her sides,
pulling her t-shirt tight against her small frame. Her
breasts made small mounds under her shirt, her nipples
visible, pressing firmly out.
"Yeah, you're growing physically, some," I said,
expecting her to grow much more in the next few years.
"But apparently not up here." I tapped my hand against
my head. "What were you thinking?"
Anguish spread across her face and her eyes bubbled
into tears. "I've always been behind other girls. I'm
finally getting at guys looking at me. Do you know how
good that makes me feel?" She was in full sobs now,
heading toward hysteria. Yet I knew I was on the verge
of making a point.
"But that doesn't mean you have to have sex with them."
A flood of tears next, lasting until long after I rose
up and wrapped my arms around her.
At last, she squawked, "But I want to."
Her words, those words, shook me, and I realized in
that moment I wasn't holding that little girl I had
come to first know. I was holding a young girl with
desires of her own. "I hear you and mom come in,
giggling almost every Friday and Saturday. I hear what
goes on."
A brief streak of solid, cold fear shot through me as I
wondered what had she heard in all those nights? It
also meant Kris was deliberately listening to us, as
her room was upstairs and the master bedroom was
separated down a long hall from the living room.
"It always sounds like you are having fun."
"Fun isn't the point," I said, thinking how stupid that
statement was. "It has to do with being with someone
you love- giving and receiving love."
"Not everyone out there doing it is in love," she
countered. "If you and mom were so in love, why doesn't
she marry you?"
That stung, and I think she could see it on my face.
The second the words were out of her mouth, she began
to apologize.
"Go to you room," I said, holding down my temper. And I
regretted that right away, too. I guess it is true
about saying stuff when you are angry. Though I had not
said much, Kristy's face just crumbled, near tears in
an instant. That was the Kristy I knew, the little girl
that was crushed so easily. She turned and went back
upstairs to her room. A minute later I felt like a real
heel when I realized Kris had even forgotten lunch.
Still, I was in too much turmoil- about Kristy's words,
and about my relationship with her mom. I went out,
taking a calming walk around our property.
Yeah, we weren't married, but Kristy and her mom had
moved into my "country house" shortly after I met them.
I was still living in the city, and it was another two
years until I permanently moved in. Becky never paid
rent or had a lease, but I didn't care. Early on, I
wanted her and Kristy to have a nice, safe place to
live on their own. By the time I moved in, I considered
everything we had as "ours," even if it made Becky a
bit uncomfortable. But I also had to assure her that if
our relationship ever did go south, I would move back
out.
Around four we decided to go make nice with Kristy. I
knocked politely on the door.
"C'min," she called, allowing me to enter.
Kristy was sitting up in bed; it looked as if she were
waking from a nap.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, sitting up and stretching.
Taking a seat on the bed, I felt that same momentary
thrill I always got when entering her bedroom. Though I
tried at all times to think of Kristy as my daughter, I
couldn't always. Her bedroom reminded me of her
femininity. I realized only then the transformation it
had gone through in the past year as she struggled to
mature. Gone were the kitty cat posters, the teeny-bop
photos of singers. In were nice pieces of furniture,
framed copies of famous paintings, a make-up table, and
"frilly" niceties that said: this is a woman's room,
not a girls.
"Me too. It's just hard to hear you talk that way. And
you're right, not everyone does it for love, but they
should. It should be about an emotional connection,
reinforcing the bonds of a relationship. Your mom and I
do love each other, you know that."
"I know," she said. "But what about marriages when
women have sex even though they don't want to but do
just because the man has to get his jollies?"
I groaned, mostly because I had been there before, even
with Becky once or twice. "I'm not here to get into a
polemic about sex and relationships; that really is
your mom's job."
"Okay, fine. I'll talk to mom; now I got to pee." And
with no further avail, she threw the covers off her and
bounded out of bed- with nothing but very sexy red
panties on. I tried not to let her see my jaw hit the
floor or how I could not avert my gaze. Firstly, I was
wrong about her breasts. More than just small buds, but
with curves and slopes that jiggled when she bounced
away. Her waist was so tiny I thought I could probably
wrap my Hans around her middle. She had just enough of
a bum to make a man drool. Finally, I averted my head
and placed a pillow on my lap to cover my sudden
erection.
Now, I wondered, did I stay or did I go. I had clearly
brought our conversation to an end and suspected I
should go, but I remained glued to my spot. From behind
her bathroom door, I could hear her piss. When she
finished, I heard her washing her hands. Stay, go?
The door opened and Kris stepped into the doorframe. A
quizzical expression crossed her face but quickly
turned. I could see the wheels of a devilish mind
turning in her head, the way she fought to cover a sly
smile. "Still here?," she asked casually, standing
there in her near nakedness.
My throat was dry. I was a dammed deer caught in the
headlights. She, apparently, was not ashamed of her
nakedness.
Slowly she slid one hand down to her panties, running
it along the length of her body directly to the center
of her crotch. "I seemed to have leaked," she said,
sliding her panties down and off each leg one at a
time.
"Oh god," I groaned, my cock pulsing, impossibly hard
and uncomfortable. If she had touched me at that
moment, I would have cum a gallon in my shorts. Her
whole body was bared to me, from her breasts I wanted
to get into my mouth, to the V between her leg that
only had a patch of hair just above. Her visible labia
showed excitedly.
She used one toe to lift her panties from the floor and
flicked them at me. They struck my shoulder and fell
onto the pillow in my lap. Looking down, I could indeed
see a small, wet stain. Without an ounce of modesty,
she crossed the room, swaying her hips as best she
could, to her dresser and opened the lower most drawer,
bending down to give me a shot of both her ass and
cunt. Garments flew out: cotton briefs, pjs, and
sweats. At last she turned to me, holding a red teddy
with see-through lace in one hand and a sexy tangerine
bra and panties in the other.
"Which one?," she wanted to know.
"Kristy," I asked with as much dignity and force I
could muster, "are you a virgin?"
"Want to feel for yourself?," she shot back, a sudden
bitterness in her voice.
I was a defeated man, I knew right then and there. I
was jello in her hands, my mind turned to mush by my
straining cock. "You're...not...acting...like...one," I
managed.
Ignoring me, or to spite me, she dropped the teddy and
walked to the bed. She flopped down behind me on her
chest, then rolled onto her back, drawing her knees up
and parting her legs. Her pink lips, slick with desire,
parted for me.
My heart nearly stopped cold, my cock nearly ripping
out of my slacks. I rose, letting the pillow fall from
my hand, and backed a step away. "I can't," I croaked.
Kris rolled onto her hands and knees and came to the
edge of the bed, facing me. "It looks like you can,"
referring to my oh-so obvious hard-on. Her small
breasts hung down low enough from her body for her
nipples to show, enticing. To get my hands on those, to
suckle their entire whole into my mouth.
I bolted, for many reasons, the most important: she was
a 16 year old girl I respected, though whose judgment I
had begun to questions.
Sweat had broken out on my forehead and my heart was
doing 90 to nothin' by the time I reached the first
floor. I went immediately to the whisky bottle,
swigging first one drink then the next. I started to
pace, trying to ignore thoughts of the girl upstairs. I
could do little else until Becky returned home, my mind
and my body unable to focus on much else.
Fortunately Becky's arrival was short in coming. She
had only stepped through the door when I met her,
wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her
against my still-raging cock.
"My," she said, leaning into me while dropping her
purse and briefcase. "What's gotten into you?," she
asked, allowing me to divest her of her jacket.
I smiled. "You have," I lied. I bent forward and kissed
her, still holding her tight to me.
Her hands circled my sides, then one slipped between
us, feeling my crotch.
I began working at the buttons on her blouse while she
went to work on my jeans. We both moaned our excitement
as tongues twisted and danced together. Her blouse had
no sooner slipped from her shoulders then I had one
hand was deftly unsnapping her bra and the other
massaging the back of her neck.
Becky loosened my jeans and slid her hand under the
waistband of my boxers, wrapping around my hard, warm,
pulsing strength. "Oh my," she gasped as I struggled
out of her reach. Kristy had pushed meson hard I was
going to blow at the slightest touch.
Pushing her bra back off her shoulders, I dropped to my
knees in front of her- the perfect height to suckle her
breasts.
Becky let her bra drop to the floor and raised her arms
languidly over her head, pushing her breasts brazenly
forward for my oral attention.
I happily began to lick her nipples in long, slow
strokes, first one and then the other. They hardened
into stiff nubs under my tongue. After a good licking
of her full breasts, I placed my mouth at her left
breast and sucked it from tip to base into my mouth,
drawing all the blood I could to her excited nipples.
Becky placed her arms around my head, pressing me to
her.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, twisting her fingers through my
hair.
I changed breasts, sucking furiously, lapping my tongue
over her nipples wildly.
"I want to fuck you now," I said, rising up to kiss her
lips, hands now fondling her breasts, thumbs tweaking
her erect nipples. "Right here." I didn't want to take
the long trip to the bedroom; I hadn't been this
aroused since high school.
Becky tensed momentarily, though continuing to lean
into caress. "What about Kristy?"
What about her, I thought. She'd driven me to this
lust, this frenzy. And did it matter where we were?
Didn't she sometimes listen anyway? Let her hear what
her actions had wrought. "She's in her room," I
replied, kissing Becky again, drawing her to the couch.
She followed, ready to sink onto the soft sofa. I let
her lie back and adjust the pillows while I quickly
tossed my own clothes to a pile on the floor.
Becky lay there waiting, half-nude, looking relaxed and
seductive as her honey brown hair fell to one side and
her eyes flashed at me. She smiled when I was free of
my clothes and my cock stood rigid before her. She
undid her slacks and wriggled free, leaving nothing but
a pair of tiny black silk panties covering her. She
started to remove these too (in her unusual slow,
tormenting way).
I didn't give her the chance. Instead, I quickly
lowered myself down onto Becky, biting at the side of
her neck and pushing her panties to one side. My cock
found her wet opening and I pushed in deep with one
shove.
"Oww!," Becky yelped when I plunged in. Almost angry,
she struggled to move away while I struggled to get her
into a position to go in even further. I sank my teeth
into her neck and sucked delicately, knowing I would be
leaving quite a blemish, but which quickly ceased her
struggles as she gave herself up to me.
I wanted Becky to come as soon as I did, but knew she
would not. I fucked her furiously, trying to restrain
the urging, churning in my balls. Becky must have
noticed my anxiousness, begging me to fuck her, afraid
she would miss her climax.
I turned my face upward as I lifted my upper body
skyward to bring my cock further into Becky. That's
when I saw Kristy standing just a few feet from us, a
robe hanging open, exposing her body to me, a crooked,
dangerous smile on her face.
"Ooohhh!," I cried, firing salvo after salvo into
Becky, my body shaking in orgasm.
I collapsed down on Becky as she used her vaginal
muscles to milk me dry.
"No fair," she whispered into my ear. "I didn't get to
come," she complained. "Now I'm all horny." She
wriggled her hips beneath me, taking my deflating cock
with her side to side.
"Tonight," I promised, hoping that when we rose Kristy
would not still be there watching. Thankfully, she
wasn't. Becky and I snickered like two teens who just
barely got caught as we picked up our clothes and
absconded to the bedroom. If she only knew we were
caught, I thought to myself.
"That was wonderful, thank you," I said while we
redressed in the bedroom.
"What did get you so excited?" she asked.
"Well," I explained, "we hadn't since you and Kris had
that blowout. And then I missed you at work today."
"Is that all?"
I lied once more. "Promise."
"I'm sorry. It has been a couple of days. Still, you
owe me one, tonight."
"That I can do. Did you decide on Kris' punishment?" I
knew Becky would not have forgotten that.
"Yes. She must sit down and have an honest, open
discussion with me. If she can do that maturely, she's
off the hook."
"Sounds fair. You know, she might have done that
before," I said, referring to the fellatio. "But she is
a good girl." What was this? I wondered. I had been
lying right through my teeth since Becky had walked in
the door.
"I'll get dinner started."
"No, I will. You should go have that talk with Kristy
now."
Becky gave me a long, tongue-entwining, seductive kiss
then smiled as she crossed her fingers and headed out
the door.
Some time later, as I listened long and hard for an
eruption from upstairs, Becky came into the kitchen and
started helping me chop vegetables for our dinner
salad. She said nothing.
"Well?," I asked.
Becky only smiled and continued cutting merrily.
"C'mon," I begged.
"Wanna know?," her voice as coy as could be.
"Yes, please," I pleaded.
"Well, we talked about a lot of things. Like the
discussion you two had earlier..."
Oh shit, I thought What had Kris told her mom? "And?,"
I huffed cautiously.
"And what she did to you."
"Did to me?," I asked.
"You weren't just happy to see me," she accused.
"I, uh, well..."
Becky put down her cutting knife and came up to me. "I
should probably be mad all that excitement wasn't for
me. That some hot little tart had got you all hot and
bothered. And I would be, if that little tart didn't
live under the same roof!"
I couldn't believe Becky wasn't going through that very
roof right now. How had she become so suddenly calm?
"I'll only be upset," she said, leaning in to whisper
into my ear and placing one hand on my crotch, running
her thumb over the tip, "if you don't get that excited
by me tonight!"
I hugged her reassuringly.
"Can you break away for a few minutes, or will
something burn?"
"Let me turn down the stove and I'll give you ten."
"Okay. Meet me in the bedroom." With that, Becky
scampered out.
I walked over to the oven and turned the heat down,
then tossed the rest of the cut veggies into the salad
bowl. Ten minutes might be pushing it; I didn't want my
lasagna to burn.
In the bedroom, Becky was sitting in the middle of the
bed with a box I had never seen before. "Kris told me
all about today and everything she has been feeling. I
wanted to kill her first, but then I realized how much
she was like me. I was only 16 when she was born. I was
curious, about boys, about girls too. at her age."
"Girls too?"
"Yes. Kristy met me in her bedroom in her robe. Only
her robe! When I saw her figure, it brought back
memories." Becky scrabbled through a box of photos,
tossing many to the side as she searched toward the
bottom. At last she pulled out a handful of Polaroid's
and began leafing through them. As she looked at one,
she then pitched it to me. What I saw was a collage of
two young teens, completely naked, taking pictures of
each other in some very creative close-ups. My cock
stirred in my boxers. One of the girls was clearly
Becky, but the other one I did not know.
"Who...?"
"Me, and my best friend Christine. I guess she was my
first lover; it's who Krissy is named after. We were
about fourteen when we took those photos.
"She and I grew up together. We were inseparable from
age 5. I guess we got sexually curious around twelve
with each other, and with her brother too. Mostly then
we just played, but one day her and her brother went
home and he raped her."
"How old...?"
Becky's voice had grown quiet, distant. "He was a
couple of years older. He sometimes got aggressive with
us so Christine and I use to jack him off when we quit
playing. One day it wasn't enough. Then he never came
around anymore and Christy and I fell in love. That
lasted a couple of years, until Kris' daddy came into
my life. I was torn between my love for Christy and
this boy who liked me and who I liked and wanted to be
with. Then Christy's dad and brother were killed in a
home burglary one night.
Christy would have been killed too if she hadn't been
in my bed that night. Her mom was thankfully out of
town that weekend. Christy discovered the bodies, or so
I heard. I never saw her after she went home that next
day. She and her mom left town right afterward and I
fell into Dan's arms over grief."
This was the first time I had heard this story, and it
was the first time Becky had ever called Kris' dad by
his name. "Wow," I said, otherwise speechless. Becky
picked up a photo of Christine and held it to her chest
while collapsing her head onto my lap.
"What else I didn't say was how like a father her dad
was to me. You know I never had one. I think I fell for
Christy in some sense because I wanted to be her, or in
her family. If the evil in her brother wasn't so
obvious, I might have married him. I could talk to
Christy's father about anything. As it was, when Kris'
father came into my life, I talked to Mr. Corey about
how I felt, how nervous and excited I was, and,
well..."
"Yes, well?" Her story had me on the edge of my seat,
or the bed, as it were.
"Well, my first time was with a caring, loving, mature
man. Not my daughter's dad."
"Whoa." I scanned the collection of photos by me. While
Becky looked very little like her daughter, Kristy
looked very much like Christy. Running a hand through
her hair, I asked Becky what had brought all this up
and why she shared it with me.
"Seeing how much my daughter looked like my first
lover. I think if that had been 2005 instead of back
then, maybe Christy and I would have remained lovers,
if mom hadn't expected me to marry, have kids. I still
sometimes find myself attracted to ladies around the
office."
My cock twitched. "You do?"
"Sometimes... I want to be that free. And when I saw
Kristy like that today, it really brought back my
longing to be with a woman."
"That wouldn't be a permanent situation, would it?," I
asked.
Becky stifled a laugh while rolling onto her stomach.
She rested her face on one hand and dropped the other
directly onto my lap. "No! I am too much interested in
you at the moment," she answered playfully.
"So, just a one night stand kinda thing?"
"Maybe a fling," she said, her hand slowly working its
way over directly to my crotch. She undid the top of my
jeans and slid her hand underneath my boxers and began
to toy with my cock, holding it in her hand while using
on finger to stroke along the length of the bottom. No
longer "twitching," I abruptly grew erect in her hand.
"You know, Krissy told me everything, including how she
seduced you in the nude and how you still didn't touch
her. This afternoon wasn't all about me, was it?"
"No," I admitted.
Becky scooted closer to me, her head directly over my
cock. "I'm very proud of you." And with that, she bent
her head toward my cock and allowed a thin line of
drool to fall from her mouth onto the head of my dick.
She used it to pump my cock once or twice, then
proceeded to give me one hell of a blow job.
When I came, she took the first shot directly into her
mouth, then pulled away and pumped the rest all over
her face, her tongue out to catch whatever may land
there. When I stopped coming, Becky used her tongue to
lick away the cum around her neck then the small drops
still rolling from my cock.
I leaned back, resting in the afterglow while Becky
went to wash her face.
"Oh shit!," I yelled, suddenly remembering the lasagna
in the oven. I did up my jeans and dashed into the
kitchen.
Fortunately, Kristy had saved the day. Now dressed in a
more appropriate outfit (sweats and a t with a bra
even), she had pulled the lasagna from the oven just
before it burned. "I smelled it upstairs," she said, by
way of explanation.
After she and I had set the table, something we did in
mostly silence, Becky came into the dining room. Much
to the surprise of both of us, she glided into the
living room wearing a black teddy covered only by a
sheer, white robe.
Becky is a stunning woman, I must say, even when laying
about the house all day on a Saturday in just sweats
and without make-up. She has honey-brown, shoulder
length hair that curls lightly at the ends and frames a
narrow face. Her green eyes shine brightly, and there
are few colors that she can wear that don't highlight
them. Though just 5'5, she has long legs, a thin waist
with just enough hips to be womanly. Her breasts were a
modest D cup, just slightly over-proportioned for her
size.
There's very little to not like in Becky. Looking at
her now, in a very visible teddy that dipped low on her
neck line and whose top revealed most of her full
breasts, just ending above her nipples- well, there's
no way to describe her beauty. The bottom of the teddy
formed a respectable V, showing enough to just beg to
show more, and which rose high on the sides to curve
just above her hips, accentuating ever bit of her legs.
While I could hardly keep my eyes and my mind off Becky
long enough to eat, I did notice Kristy barely looked
at her mom, focusing hard on her food or casting
furtive glances at me. Becky, however, ate with a cat's
grin on her face, looking from her daughter to me and
back.
"Darling, that was such a good fuck you gave me when I
got home. And thank you for letting me suck your cock
too. Krissy, if it wasn't for you, supper would surely
have burned. I think Dave forgot all about it while I
was sucking his dick."
"Mom," Kristy groaned, and I could only imagine that
Becky was trying to repay Kristy for her actions
earlier. A twisted 'fight fire with fire.' I squirmed
in my seat, thinking how badly I just wanted to get
Becky alone again and out of that outfit, get my mouth
on that pussy I knew had to be drooling by now. It was
a tragedy that she had such nice lingered but rarely
stayed in it for long!
"You know, dear," Becky said, turning to her daughter
once more, "I still have to punish you for your
behavior."
"You already did," Kristy hissed, staring at her face,
her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"No, I don't think so. I punished you for the other
night, I know, but not for your behavior this
afternoon. Your free the rest of the week- but you do
have to stay away from Kent."
"I think I took care of that," I interjected.
"But I'm grounding you for the weekend."
"Mom!," Kristy whined.
"I'm sorry, and that's just the beginning of your
punishment."
"What am I going to do, clean house like Cinderella all
day?"
I could see Kristy, first flummoxed, getting angry.
"Something of that sort."
Kristy rose. "May I be dismissed? I'm done."
"Certainly, honey. Goodnight."
Becky's daughter turned dramatically on her heel and
pranced out of the room.
"Was that bad?"
I nodded. "I think you embarrassed the hell out of
her."
"And you?"
"Before today, yes. But not now, not after her watching
us and all. Hell, Becky, I couldn't keep my eyes off
you long enough to care."
Becky rose, tugged on her teddy just enough to let her
nipples rise above her outfit and poke out wantingly.
"Really?" She rose and came over to me, motioning for
me to turn my chair around. "Show me," Becky ordered,
settling herself atop my cock, which had been growing
harder and harder as we ate.
I began by pulling her breasts fully out of her to,
using my hands to toy the nipples to hardness. I then
leaned forward and began sucking on her breasts while
Becky groaned and rocked herself back and forth on my
lap.
I started to get up. "Let's get to the bedroom," I
panted.
"No," Becky said, sliding to the floor and tugging me
down with her. "Right here." She slid her teddy down
her waist and pulled it off, tossing it aside.
I was hurriedly disrobing when I worried about Kristy
walking in on us. My cock throbbed, apparently not
caring. If Becky was going to push this boundary, the
rest of me would not care either.
Finally out of my clothes, I turned my attention fully
to Becky. I knew what I wanted, working my way down her
body with light, fluttery kisses but barely pausing for
each. My girlfriend squirmed under my lips, impatient
as I to reach her wet, wanting pussy. I placed a kiss
on her bellybutton, then slid my mouth down, kissed the
hair atop her monds, and then slid my mouth against her
vaginal lips. I ran my tongue gently against the
outside of her pussy, tasting her desire that leaked
from within.
When I thought Becky had been fully charged and
excited, my tongue delved deeper, parting her lips and
moving slowly within. I stopped long enough to drum her
clit by rolling my tongue off the top of my teeth.
Becky mewed her pleasure. I returned to licking her,
lightly probing at the entrance of her vagina, just a
tickle at first, then gradually growing bolder,
thrusting my tongue like a battering ram before finally
thrusting in as deep as I could.
"Oh my oh yes," Becky purred as I alternately licked
and sucked at her until she came in a shuddering
orgasm.
"Hold me down and fuck me," she pleaded.
I climbed atop Becky, grabbing her wrists and holding
them just above her head with one hand. I scraped my
cock back and forth across the entrance of her cunt and
began to bite at the side of her neck. She shook her
head, trying (but not much) to escape me. With my free
hand I teased and groped her breasts before pinching
and twisting each nipple until she cried out. Becky's
breasts were especially sensitive, exciting her more
than any woman I know. Finally thrusting into her with
a single, sharp thrust, Becky came again with a scream
from beneath me.
"That's it, fuck me! Oh god I love your cock in my
cunt," she moaned while I fucked her with abandon.
There's something particularly controlling about coming
before your partner is satisfied. Though Becky had had
two orgasms, I know she was seeking a third. But I came
first, letting her know she was sometimes nothing but
my fuck toy. Had I not already cum twice that day, I
surely would have fucked her to orgasm a second time.
As it was, Becky lay beneath me panting and sweating,
not quite satisfied, as my cock relaxed inside her and
my cum dribbled out of her cunt.
I thanked her for such a great fuck while she gave me
that look that clearly accepted her role, and together
we got dressed and cleared the table, washed the dishes
and went to bed.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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