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1) This story is extremely long and very graphic.  If you are someone who 
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their time to get where they're going, you might enjoy this story.  

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that you will appreciate it much if you don't fit that profile.  Of course, I 
invite all interested parties to read and form their own judgments.  

3) This story encompasses a number of fetishes, e.g. spanking, voyeurism, 
light D&S.  However, this is not a fetish story.  The reason I often don't like 
fetish stories is that sex generally takes a back seat to the fetish.  In this 
story, sex is in the foreground, and the incorporated fetishes are peripheral.

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				JENNY'S NEW VOCABULARY

						by

						Wolf

Chapter 1

	Steven awoke in a cold sweat.  Groggy and disoriented, he was vaguely 
aware of some insistent condition.  His body was speaking to him.  He 
reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock protruding through 
the crotch of his underwear.  Damn.  It was her again.  He'd had another 
erotic dream about her.

	He hadn't felt this way since he was 16.  She'd completely taken over 
his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on his waking 
life as well.  Even when she was not the object of his conscious fixation, she 
always persisted somewhere, at least at the periphery, unbalancing him, 
unfocusing him, unnerving him.

	So intense was her effect on him, drawing out currents of libidinal 
energy that he'd thought were long extinguished, that Steven was beginning 
to regret ever having married her mother.  This he had done 8 years prior, 
when she was 10 years old.  At the time, she was a wide eyed, cute if 
tomboyish girl who liked to eat icecream and had a penchant for meandering 
about in crowded downtown areas and getting lost when her mother took 
her shopping.  She had immediately taken a liking to Steven, who had a 
natural affinity for kids.  They formed a bond which had many of the same 
elements of a typical father-daughter relationship.  

	Steven was a few years younger than her mother, who was 31 at the 
time they married.  She had died in a tragic accident 3 years later, and left 
Steven saddled with the dual burden of working full time and raising a girl 
who was then immersed in the complexities of onsetting puberty and 
adolescence.  He had had a rough time of it for a while, having to consult 
counselors and enlist the assistance of friends and family.  

	Fortunately, she seemed to emerge from this period a well adjusted 
and mature young woman, independent and academically competent despite 
her persistent childlike demeanor.  Even though she had recently turned 18 
and had been admitted to a prestigious university which she planned on 
attending the following year, she continued to sleep with her stuffed animals 
and respond to childlike forms of address.  But there was more to it than 
these specific regressive behaviors.  There was something almost intangibly 
childike about her.

	In spite of this, Steven had watched her grow up and blossom into 
young womanhood.  Though for a long time he had been consciously aware 
of the profound physical transformation that she had underwent, it didn't 
fully resonate with him until recently.  He was uncertain if this was a result 
of fatherly naivete.  In any case, the image of a child was something that 
Steven had never associated with any kind of sexuality.  That is, until he 
became aware of the striking disparity between her inner persona and her 
physicality.  He couldn't pinpoint the precise moment, but he had a sense 
that there was a moment in time.  Something.  Perhaps when she stood, 
shifting her weight, bare thighs tensing against the coarseness of a tight 
denim skirt.  Perhaps when she rubbed her tired feet after a hard workout, 
letting out sounds of soft sensual pleasure.  Perhaps the way she sometimes 
let her head fall back when tasting food she liked, eyes closed, her thick hair 
cascading to the middle of her back.  Somehow it happened.  Sometime the 
moment occurred.  Steven didn't know whether this moment was the genesis 
of his desire for her or of his conscious awareness of that desire.  Either way, 
he knew that she'd ignited within him a passionate longing that he'd never 
before experienced.

	He wanted to invade her.  He wanted to peel away layer after of her 
physical and psychological defenses.  He wanted to get inside her clothes and 
her body.  He wanted to be inside of her.	

	He closed his eyes, drifting off as the image of her began to resolve in 
his minds eyes.

	Jenny was on the tall side, with straight, medium-long blond hair. She 
often wore it in a ponytail. Her face was  cute in a schoolgirlish way.  She had 
large, wide set blue eyes and thick, full lips.  She often wore an expression of 
disarming sweetness and innocence, even on the rare occasions that she did 
something wrong and Steven or his wife had to punish her. 
  
	Her body was ample, fleshy all over, though not flabby.  Her skin was 
lightly tanned, firm, without a blemish.  A little like baby fat.  Steven 
thought she had the kind of body that would eventually give way and 
become bulky and sag with age.  For the present, however, neither of these 
adjectives could appropriately describe her.  

	Her long, thick tanned legs were well contoured, without being 
excessively muscular.  She had especially prominent calves.  Her ass was 
large and round, and the cheeks jutted out prominently.  Her wide hips 
contrasted starkly with her narrow waist and flat midriff.  
	
	Her breasts were extremely large, so much so that they strained and 
stretched whatever fabric they were encased in, even when she wore loose 
fitting tops.  They often jiggled and bounced when she moved, or laughed.  
In spite of their size, her breasts were impossibly firm.  They always jutted 
straight out, almost perpendicular to her chest.  For a while, Steven thought 
that she must have taken to the practice of wearing especially supportive 
bras, to prevent her obvious bulk from acquiescing to the inexorable laws of 
gravity.  However, one evening she came out of her bathroom wearing a 
long, thin white nightshirt.  Apparently, she had just emerged from the 
shower and her nipples were quite erect.  Steven could just barely make out 
the pinkness of her aureoles through the garment, and could tell that she 
wasn't wearing a bra.  Her breasts expanded straight out, two huge globes 
sinking downwards only slightly more than when she wore a bra. 

	Though she was barely 18 with body of a voluptuous 20 year old, but 
she had an oddly girlish voice.  She spoke in high and wispy tones, perhaps 
accounting for this childlike quality which contrasted almost preternaturally 
with her fully evolved, very adult physicality.

	Though her wardrobe was trendy and conventional, these days 
everything she wore seemed to make Steven intensely aroused.  Her 
enormous wardrobe encompassed only a few basic outfits, variations of the 
same themes.  Certain themes predominated.  Most common were mid thigh 
length, tight denim skirts, penny loafers with white, fold down socks, and t-
shirts, some times tight fitting, sometimes loose fitting.  On occasion she wore 
a pair of loafers with platform heals that made her calves more prominent, 
and caused her ass to jut out even more than usual.  This was Steven's 
favorite outfit, with the exception of her cheerleading uniform.

	Her uniform was blue and white, her school colors.  The top was either 
a tight sweater or a sleeveless, button down vest, depending on the season.  
Steven especially appreciated the vest, as it was not sufficient to contain her 
massive tits.  The recesses between the buttons, caused by the garment's 
wrinkling accommodation of her mass, were often gaping.  Through the arm 
holes, Steven could always see at least part of part of her bra and her often 
oozing breast flesh.  

	The skirt was extremely short, much shorter than her denim skirts, 
resting only about four inches below her crotch line.  As she walked, the 
skirt would swing, offering him glimpses of the bottom of her tight, white 
cotton panties and her emerging ass cheeks.  When she bent over, even 
slightly, Steven could get as much better view.  She always wore white 
canvas shoes decorated with blue glitter and flimsy, fold down white socks 
with her uniform.

	Steven was intimately familiar was Jenny's underwear.  Recently, he 
had taken to the practice of going through her dresser drawers.  At first he 
was ashamed of himself, and he knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but 
he ultimately rationalized it by classfying his behavior as a safe, acceptable 
form of gratification.  What were the alternatives?  Groping her?  Hiding in 
her closet while she undressed?  

	Since Jenny left an hour before Steven every morning, it was 
convenient for him to go into her room and spend time examining her 
clothing.  Though he was very invasive and often careless, he was pretty 
sure that Jenny was so naive that she would never suspect a thing.

	Her bras were mostly white and satiny or lacy.  The cups were of 
course vast.  Her panties were of a variety of colors, but mostly white or 
light pink.  Though some were silky or lacy, most were plain cotton. They 
were generally quite skimpy, but not outrageously so.  Some of them were 
decorated with print patterns, like teddy bears or little pink hearts.  He 
would often sniff them, and rub them over his face, thinking about Jenny's 
sweet pussy being encased in them,  secreting vaginal juices into them as she 
walked, jumped up and down in her cheerleading routines and went about 
her daily activities.  Sometimes he could smell a hint of her pussy odor in the 
crotch area.  This made him especially aroused.  

	In fact, he enjoyed this so much that he devised a method of gaining 
access to her prewashed panties by retrieving them from the hamper or the 
bathroom floor. One day he retrieved the pink cotton panties that she'd worn 
with an especially tight pair of jeans that day. The scent of her pussy juice 
on them was so pungent and aromatic that he immediately ran to his room 
and jerked off.  After that, he took to the practice of jerking off after 
examining her underwear.  Though tempted, he was too careful to jerk off 
into her panties and bras. 

	Steven made a game of trying to identify the underwear that Jenny 
wore every day, matching up the glimpsed images that he caught under her 
short skirts and light colored shirts with the specific articles with which he 
had become familiar.  Jenny frequently gave him opportunities to gain 
partial glimpses of her underwear, by bending over while wearing short 
skirts or tight shorts. He quickly became expert at this identifying routine. 
Oddly enough, despite Steven's rampant voyeuristic behavior, Jenny 
apparently never noticed or suspected a thing.  Either he was more discreet 
than he thought, or she was too naive to take notice of his enterprises. 

	Steven quickly became frustrated with this limited visual access and 
tried to formulate better means of viewing her forbidden areas.  He would 
sometimes situate himself under the staircase and try to glimpse her from 
underneath as she walked up the stairs.  This had varying results. As the 
recesses between the stairs were narrow and the lighting on the stairwell 
was often poor, his view was usually fleeting and poorly lit.  Though on 
occasion he would catch a fairly good glimpse of her panty clad ass in this 
manner, his frustration quickly intensified.  Since he knew he could never 
really have her sexually, he craved as much vicarious gratification as he 
could get.  He thought that just one really good view of her panties would 
cure him of this burgeoning fixation that was gripping him.  For several 
months he tried in vain to devise a plan that would allow him to accomplish 
this.

	He had almost given up hope when one day she came into his study 
where he was preparing a report to present at a board meeting the next day.  
She was wearing a denim miniskirt and black loafers with short, flimsy 
white socks.  She told him that she needed to go up into the attic to get her 
old baton that she used to twirl in junior high.  Apparently, her friend 
Ashley's younger sister was interested in taking up the hobby and Jenny 
offered to loan it to her.  The attic was old, dusty, and packed with various 
paraphernalia and relics of times long forgotten.  Its entrance was a ceiling 
hatch in a walk-in storage closet on the top floor.  Since the ladder was old 
and creaky, she asked if Steven could go up into the attic to look for the 
baton.

	"I'm sorry, honey.  I'm too busy to go rummaging around in that attic 
right now, and I don't think you should go up their, either.  That ladder is 
awfully unstable.  I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, " he said with 
genuine concern.

	"Well, why don't you hold the ladder for me?  I really need to get that 
baton.  I owe Ashley a big favor," she said with a pleading tone. 

	Steven's first instinct was to point out the obvious: if he had time to 
hold the ladder for her, he might as well go up there himself. Then the 
prospect took shape in his mind.  Steven's blood raced, and he felt a shiver 
overtake him.  His cock immediately began to harden.

	"Uh, OK honey, I'll hold the ladder for you, but be careful."  He thought 
he detected a slight quaking in his voice when he said this.  He hoped she 
hadn't noticed.

	"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, smiling broadly.  

	Steven followed Jenny up the stairs.  The entire way his eyes were 
riveted to her swaying ass which, though well concealed from view by the 
length of her skirt, was exceptionally well outlined by its tight denim fit.  
The anticipation of what might lay ahead caused his dick to became 
progressively harder.  He silently resolved to keep his expectations low.  If 
he could even catch a good short glimpse up her skirt, he would be ecstatic.

	As they entered the storage room, he turned on the light.  The ladder 
was in worse shape than he'd remembered.  One of the rungs was almost 
totally decayed.  

	"I'm a little scared of climbing this, daddy.  Maybe you should hold 
onto my ankles as well as the ladder.  That way you can catch me if I fall," 
she said anxiously.

	"OK," Steven said. "Don't worry, it's only about 12 feet up.  I'll keep a 
good hold on you."
	
	She looked at him with a faint smile, her blue eyes betraying unease.

	"OK," she said.

	She began to slowly climb the ladder, which creaked loudly as she 
ascended.  With each slow, careful step, her ass and panties were 
progressively revealed to Steven.  She stopped at the 6th rung and began the 
difficult task of opening the hatch, which was heavy and had a complicated 
latch mechanism.

	From this vantage point, Steven had an excellent view up Jenny's 
skirt.  He immediately recognized her panties as a skimpy white cotton pair 
with lace trim that he particularly liked.  Unfortunately, her legs were close 
together, so he didn't have a direct view of her crotch area.  He could, 
however, see ample amounts of Jenny's firm, creamy ass flesh emerging 
from the narrow confines of her panties.  He could also see how the tight 
cotton disappeared into her ass crack, headed for other territory.  

	Steven was trying to be discreet, so he kept his gaze downward, 
occasionally stealing brief glimpses.  His cock was rock hard and throbbing, 
and he sensed that his breathing was becoming more rapid.  It occurred to 
him that he was holding onto the ladder so firmly that he might break it.

	After a couple minutes of fumbling around with the hatch, she finally 
got it open.  She took a step up to the next rung and looked around in the 
darkened attic. The ladder creaked loudly.

	"Daddy, you need to hold onto my ankles.  In case I fall, I want to 
make sure that you can catch me," she said nervously.

	Steven grabbed Jenny's ankles tightly.  Her skin felt silky and smooth.  
Her head and arms were in the attic, which was too small and cluttered for 
her to enter, and he could hear her rummaging around through the junk.  
The ladder creaked again, and it occurred to him that he needed to hold onto 
the ladder as well as her ankles.  Another shivering blood rush came over 
him when he realized how he would accomplish this. 

	"Jenny, I need to hold onto the ladder too," he said.

	"OK," she replied absently, apparently concentrating on the task at 
hand.

	Steven then proceeded to pull her ankles apart slowly until her feet 
rested at either side of the rung she was standing on.  She didn't react, just 
continued rummaging around.  He quickly glanced upward.  He now had a 
perfect view of Jenny's pretty panties, which had narrowed and were riding 
deeply into her ass crack as a result of the spreading action.  Most 
importantly, he could see how her panties narrowly and tightly covered her 
crotch.  He could make out the distinct outline of her pussy lips bulging 
against the thin layer of fabric. He could also see several blond pubic hairs 
sticking out from under the fabric.  He quickly looked away. 

	She stood on her toes.  Her little feet clad in white flimsy socks 
emerged from her loose fitting loafers.  He could see the pronounced 
curvature of her arches.  Her calves bulged.  Steven couldn't stand it 
anymore.  He knew he was going to be more daring.  He didn't think that she 
could see what he was doing.  Anyway, he was willing to take the risk.

	His eyes traveled the length of her legs, from her dainty feet to her 
now more pronounced calves up past her silky thighs and to her ass and 
pussy area.  For the next several minutes while she rummaged around in the 
attic, he just stared, standing on his toes, his eyes no more than 12 inches 
from Jenny's barely concealed ass and cunt.  He inhaled deeply, and realized 
that he could smell the faint but distinctive odor of Jenny's pussy juices in 
the air.

	Turned on by the contact of his hands with her flawless skin, he 
squeezed more tightly.  Then he moved his hands upward from her ankles to 
her shapely calves.  Her skin was like silk! He moved his fingers slightly so 
as to subtly message her flesh.

	"Cool!  I found it," she said with elation. She looked down and smiled 
at him.  Fortunately, her statement provided him with enough warning to 
partially avert his gaze.  "I'm coming down, make sure I don't fall!"

	She took one step down the ladder, baton in hand.  Instead of moving 
his hand downward as her body descended, Steven instinctively slackened 
his grip and let his hands slide up her legs.  On the second step down, when 
Steven's hands were just above her knees, the rung suddenly snapped and 
she quickly slid down to the next rung, causing his hands to slide up her 
thighs, which he reflexively gripped tightly.  She let out a startled sigh of 
relief.  For a moment she stood there, with his hands gripping her fleshy 
thighs, several inches above her skirtline.  He suddenly let go and since she 
was only on the 4th rung, she jumped down to the floor. She landed in a 
crouch and stood up.  

	"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, and gave him a quick peck on the 
lips.  

	Steven was so hot for her at that moment that he wanted to rip her 
clothes off on the spot and violate her in every way imaginable.  Fortunately, 
he retained enough restraint to avoid this course of action.

	"You're welcome, hon.  Why don't you run along to Ashley's house.  
I've got a lot of work to do."

	With that, she turned around.  Steven was seized by a sudden impulse, 
and he did something that he'd never done before.  He took his hand and he 
whacked her denim clad ass, firmly.  She let out a high pitched squeaking 
noise, very faint but audible.  

	She turned around and flashed a embarrassed smile.  "Daaady!" she 
said, blushing slightly, her eyes wide with surprise.  She then walked to the 
front door and said, "I'll be back in a couple hours," and left.

	Steven immediately went into his room and began jerking off 
furiously.  He wanted her bad.  He wanted to do everything with her.  He 
wanted to examine every inch of her. He wanted to cup, to grab, to sniff, to 
taste, to squeeze her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her cunt. Then he wanted to 
fuck her with total abandon.  He wanted to ram his cock into her cunt hole so 
hard and so fast that she would be left begging for more.  Then he wanted to 
cum all over her, squirting huge globs of semen on her face, her breasts, in 
her mouth.

	He had the most jarring, intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life.  The 
orgasm was so powerful it was as if he was in a borderline state of 
consciousness for a while.  He had no idea how long he had ejaculated for, 
but it must have been at least a full 20 seconds.  Later that day, haunted by 
the image of his stepdaughter's luscious ass spread out before him, he 
brought himself to several more climaxes.

	Unfortunately, far from curing his fascination with his stepdaughter, 
his incredible voyeuristic success that day only increased the intensity of his 
interest, and consequently his frustration.  He knew that she'd be going off to 
college in a few months, and was determined to get as much relatively safe 
gratification as possible.  He knew he was going to start taking more liberties 
with her.

	These liberties took the form of increased physical contact.  Although 
Jenny and Steven had always been demonstrative, frequently hugging and 
kissing each other, Steven took it a step further.  Fortified by his apparent 
success after the ladder incident, he took to frequently patting Jenny on the 
behind, usually as a departing gesture when she would turn around to leave 
the room.  Her reaction was always either to ignore it or to let out some kind 
of high pitched squeaking sound.  Sometimes she would flash him an 
embarrassed smile and blush a little, sometimes not.  Because she did not 
appear to be put off by his behavior, he became increasingly daring, each 
time patting her butt a little more firmly, until it got to the point were he 
was whacking her quite hard.  On the occasions when he whacked her the 
hardest, the little sound she would make would be very  audible.  This 
turned Steven on and encouraged him to whack her with ever increasing 
force.

	In addition, he began to pursue the even riskier practice of patting her 
on her thighs.  He liked to do this especially when she wore her cheerleading 
outfit, because he could touch her creamy thighs just below her ass and 
pussy. .  Before she'd leave for school in her uniform, he'd say, "Bye, hon.  
Have fun at school,"  and he'd reach over and pat her on her upper thigh, 
sometimes even squeezing slightly.  Her reaction was always to smile 
innocently and go off to school.  The thought of this gorgeous nymph, this 
homecoming queen, this adolescent's wetdream, allowing her stepfather to 
touch her on her ass and thighs was almost as arousing to him as the actual 
contact.

	In spite of Steven's various tactile enterprises, he found himself 
desiring more.  If he could only see her naked ass, or watch her enormous 
breasts spring forth after being liberated from the confines of a tight bra, 
revealing what he imagined to be lovely pink aureoles and pebble hard 
nipples.  But most of all, he had to see that beautiful cunt of hers.

	As fate would have it, an opportunity would present itself one balmy 
spring evening.

Chapter 2

	Steven was working in his study when he heard the phone ring. Jenny, 
always the more probable recipient of evening phone calls, picked up the 
phone in the kitchen.  After a brief conversation the content of which was 
beyond the earshot of Steven, Jenny came into the study wearing a baggy 
sweatshirt and sweat pants, her hair in a ponytail.  

	"I need to go over to Ashley's tonight to help her study for her trig. 
test tomorrow.  She's in a real bind," she said.

	"Jenny, you know you aren't supposed to go out on school nights.  This 
is a rule that we've expressly agreed upon.  Besides, you've got your own 
homework to do,"  said Steven.

	"Oh, come on, daddy.  I'm finished with all my homework.  Beside, you 
usually let me go out for a while on weeknights, especially when it's school 
related."  She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in her usual manipulative 
way.

	Steven, of course, could never resist such treatment.   

	"Alright, go ahead, but be back soon," he said, realizing that he was 
being manipulated, but also understanding that Jenny was too sweet to leave 
her friend, who was failing several of her classes, in a difficult situation.  

	"Thanks, daddy," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've just gotta 
change, then I'm out of here."

	"Just make sure you're back in a few hours.  You've got to get up early 
for school."

	"OK, daddy."  She said from down the hall.  He could hear her trotting 
downstairs.  After a few minutes, he heard her voice calling up to him.

	"Daddy, have you seen my black jeans?"

	"Yeah, they're in the laundry."  Steven was in the habit of keeping 
track of the whereabouts of various articles of her clothing, so he was always 
the one to ask.

	"Darn," he heard her say, "I'm going to have to wear that old pair of 
jeans with the hole in the knee.  It's the only thing I have that isn't dirty.  
Could you do the laundry soon?"  

	The last comment fell upon deaf ears.  Steven was busy contemplating 
her choice of attire.  If the jeans that she referred to were the ones he 
remembered, she hadn't worn them in almost two years.  Steven recalled 
that they were awfully tight even then, and she'd filled out considerably.  He 
wondered how she would even manage to get them on.

	After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, Jenny came upstairs.  
Steven had moved to the kitchen, where he could see her as she came up.  
He could not believe his eyes. Somehow, she managed to get herself into 
those jeans.  They were simply the tightest fitting jeans that he'd seen 
anywhere.  They were an old, faded light blue, the kind with a triangular 
label on the butt pocket.  Looking her up and down, he could see that the 
straining denim had absolutely no slack, anywhere, even down around the 
ankles.  In fact, the stitching along her outer legs seemed almost pulled 
apart, straining heroically to contain Jenny's ample flesh.  Her ass was 
perfectly outlined, her large, spherical cheeks jutting outwards.  The back 
seem ran down the middle of her ass and took a perilous inward turn right 
into her butt crack.  Most importantly, he could see the distinctive form of 
Jenny's fat, bulging cuntlips and her deep crack sharply delineated by the 
crotch seem.  He'd never seen a pair of jeans that revealed so much of a girl's 
pussy form before.

	To make matters even more intolerable, she was wearing a tight half 
shirt, which revealed her flat, tanned midriff.  The mass of her breasts made 
the lower seem of her shirt rest many  inches away from her skin.  Steven 
knew that if he could gain the right vantage, he'd see the bottoms of her 
huge, bra clad titties underneath her shirt.

	"Gotta go.  See you later," she said.  He noticed that her hair was loose 
now, and she had put on some makeup.  He thought he detected a hint of 
perfume, and immediately became suspicious.  Why did she need to change 
out of her sweats, anyway, if she was going to study at Ashley's?  

	When she turned around, Steven cocked his hand back and gave her 
the hardest whack on her denim-lined ass that he'd ever given her, so hard 
in fact that she lurched forward, her breasts jiggling.  She squeaked loudly, 
turning around and flashing and embarrassed smile at him.

	"Aren't those jeans awfully tight?"  he said.

	"They're the only clean ones I have.  If you'd do the laundry, I'd have 
more to wear,"  she said.

	"Oh, you just hate to do little menial tasks, don't you princess?" he 
said, playfully pinching her cheek.  She giggled.  

	He smiled at her for a long moment.  "Just be back fairly soon," he 
said.

	"I will.  See you later," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek 
walking out the door more hastily than usual.

	Steven went downstairs and watched television for a while, 
preoccupied by Jenny's apparent deception.  Although he'd originally 
intended to retire early that night because he had a long day at work ahead 
of him, he decided to wait up for her instead.  Perhaps he could get some 
clue as to her suspicious behavior.  Maybe she was having a sexual interlude 
with some adolescent hormone case from school.

	As far as Steven knew, Jenny was still a virgin.  Though she'd had a 
couple of boyfriends, he was fairly certain that none of these relationships 
had developed to the point where she'd had intercourse.  Jenny's aunt, her 
mother's sister, who'd been very helpful to Steven in dealing with Jenny 
during the difficult period, talking to her about female issues and such, had 
maintained a maternal bond with Jenny over the years.  Her aunt was fairly 
liberal about sex, and she and Jenny had had a few heart-to-heart 
discussions about her love life.  In the guise of fatherly concern, Steven was 
able to convince her aunt to relate the substance of these conversations to 
him.  Apparently, Jenny had had several opportunities to have sex, but had 
turned them down.  Although she was interested, she'd felt very nervous 
and awkward on these occasions, and had decided to remain celibate until 
the right situation occurred.

	He wondered if that situation was occurring that evening, perhaps at 
that very moment.  He couldn't decide if the thought of her being fucked by 
someone angered or aroused him.  Perhaps it was a little of both.  In any 
case, if she getting fucked, he wanted to know about it.

	The time passed way beyond when she told him she'd return.  Steven 
was resolved to stay up until she came in, however late it was.  If for no 
other reason, he had to see her in that outfit once again, her jeans nearly 
bursting at the seems, strained by the flesh of her ass, pussy and legs.  

	When the time passed midnight, he went upstairs and situated himself 
on the living room couch so that he could see her as she came through the 
front door.  There he sat, nearly motionless in his preoccupation, until some 
time after 1:00 when he heard a jangling of keys, and the sound of the door 
opening very slowly.

	Jenny slipped in through the doorway. In the halflight of the 
entranceway, he could see the outline of her prodigious breasts as she 
turned to close the door gently behind her.  

	She must have noticed the dim light on next to the couch, as she 
immediately looked right at Steven, her expression confessing startled 
anxiety.

	"Come over here," he said with an authoritative tone.

	She began to slowly move towards him.  As she came closer, he 
noticed that her nipples were now hardened from being out in the cold.  He 
could make out her bulging labia, still clearly delineated by the tightness of 
her jeans.

	Then he smelled something unmistakable.  It was clearly the smell of 
alcohol.

	"Jenny, have you been drinking," he said.

	"No, daddy!" she said emphatically.

	"Jenny, you might as well tell me where you really went and what you 
were up to.  It'll only be a lot worse if you don't come clean."

	After what seemed like a long pause, Jenny let out a sigh and said, 
"Alright, daddy.  You know I can't lie to you.  Ashley and I went out to a 
drive-in with some boys from school.  They brought along some beer.  I only 
had couple."

	"And..." said Steven.

	"And nothing.  We didn't do anything," she said. 

	"You didn't do anything with those boys?" he said.

	She looked at him sheepishly.  "Uh, well, alright, we made out a little, 
but I swear that's all."

	"That's all," he said accusatorily.

	"That's all.  I swear daddy!"  

	She sounded sincere, at least as far as Steven could tell.  At any rate, 
he wasn't going to belabor the point.  Perhaps he'd get more detail from her 
later.  

	"Alright, I believe you.  But that's not the point.  The point is that you 
went out drinking, which you're not supposed to do.  But more importantly, 
you lied to me.  I think I'm going to have trouble trusting you in the future."

	"I know, I'm sorry, daddy.  I promise I'll be honest from now on!"  she 
said with a conciliatory smile.

	Steven's first inclination was to forgive her, and let her run along to 
her room.  He had never been a strict disciplinarian.  Besides, Jenny was 
generally a good girl, so that on those rare occasions when she did something 
wrong, he was usually inclined toward leniency.  But on this occasion, he was 
seized by a sudden impulse.  He felt flushed.  After he opened his mouth, the 
stream of words that came out from that point on was so alien to him, it was 
as if it came from a different person.

	"I'm sorry too, honey, but I'm just going to have to punish you for 
this," he said.

	"Punish me?" she said.  Her lower lip quivered.  She was on the verge 
of tears.

	"Jenny, you know I can't just let you get away with this behavior 
without learning a lesson," he said sternly.

	"But I HAVE learned my lesson," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

	"I'm sorry, but there are times when children need to be disciplined.  
I'm just going to have to give you a hard spanking for this."

	"Hmn?"  she said, as if she either hadn't heard him or couldn't believe 
her ears.

	"I'm going to give you a hard spanking,"  he said.

	"But, but, you haven't spanked me since I was 10, daddy.  I'm 
eighteen now!  Maybe you shouldn't do that," she said.

	"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you need discipline, and this in my judgment is 
the best way to administer it," he said unyieldingly.  "Come over here and lie 
face down over my knees.  You can rest your head on the couch.  Come on, 
snap to it."  He patted his thighs.

	There was a long pause, during which he stared at her determinately.  
Her brow furrowed with confusion.  

	"Come on," he said.  "We haven't got all night."

	After another pause, she said, "OK daddy," in a compliant and defeated 
tone.  Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek.  She walked over to 
him slowly and draped herself over his thighs.  He could feel her massive 
breasts dragging over his waist and causing his cock to stiffen even more 
than it already was.  Her face was now buried in the couch cushions and her 
denim-strangled ass was sticking straight up in the air. 

	Steven thought that she must have agreed because she figured that 
this punishment, though  humiliating, would be easier than any of a number 
of other punishments which he could have dished out, such as a lengthy 
grounding.  He was determined to disabuse her of this misconception.

	Steven reached around her waist and began tugging at her pants 
button.  She moved her hand down to intercept this maneuver. She turned 
her head towards him and said winingly, "You're going to take off my 
pants?"

	"Sure, that's the only way to make this a truly effective punishment."  
He said firmly.  "Your pants are coming off, and that's final."

	She continued looking at him tentatively for awhile, and then she 
removed her hand and turned her head back into the cushion.

	"OK, daddy," she said quiescently.

	Steven's cock was now rock hard.  He wondered if she could detect it.  
After all, she was laying directly over his crotch.  He reached under her and 
began tugging at her pants button, which proved especially  difficult to open, 
due to the friction created by the tight waist line of her pants.  He tugged 
harder, but the button was resilient and he began to think that he might 
exhaust himself just getting past this preliminary stage.

	"Jesus, Jenny.  These pants are so damn tight I can't even get the 
button open!"

	"I know.  I'm sorry daddy," she said softly, turning her tear-stained 
face to him.

	"Ok, well, I need you to unbutton your pants for me.  Come on, suck in 
that tummy and pop it open for me.  The faster you cooperate the sooner 
this will all be over."

	"Ok, d-daddy," she said, now sobbing in humiliation.

	She reached down, propping her ass up a little.  She fiddled around 
with it for a few seconds, then Steven heard a pop as the pant waist 
slackened around her.  Reaching down to pull her zipper, he could feel the 
fabric of her lacy cotton panties, and the cool smoothness of her exposed 
flesh.  He pulled the zipper all the way down.  Immediately, he could see the 
pants expand to accommodate the full mass of her partially liberated flesh. 
The waist line was so tight it had imprinted a rough crease into her smooth 
skin that circumvented her entire waist.

	The next task was even more difficult.  Steven grabbed the sides of 
the denim waist material and began to tug the pants downward, at first 
gently and then with considerable force as he began to realize the extent of 
the resistance.  It would be difficult to pull this tight fabric over Jenny's 
expansive, fleshy buttocks.  The pants gave way in small increments, slowly 
revealing first the top of her butt crack as it emerged above her pantyline, 
then the panties themselves.  Eventually, Steven worked the jeans down to 
where they were are the apex of her butt cheeks.  Then he gave them one 
hard tug, and they slid down to her thighs, revealing her entire panty 
encased ass. 

	Her ass was so round and well defined, there were natural creases in 
her flesh that formed a clear boundary between her ass and thighs. The 
panties were virtually nonexistent in the lower portion, as the tightness of 
the jeans had forced them into her ass crack.  Since her legs were together, 
he could not see her crotch region, but he imagined that they were also 
crammed way into her cunt crack as well.  He could already smell the faint 
aroma of her pussy juice.  

	Steven had come far enough that he wasn't going to stop short of his 
objective.  He grabbed her panties and began to tug downward, encountering 
resistance as he freed the cotton fabric from the confines of her ass and 
pussy cracks.

	"You're taking my panties off, daddy?" she said faintly through a 
whimper.

	Instead of replying, he yanked her panties and jeans all the way down 
to her knees. 

	There was his stepdaughter's gorgeous, bare naked ass, pointing 
towards the ceiling, waiting to be spanked.  

	"You've been an awfully bad girl!" said Steven.

	He wasted no time.  He immediately gave Jenny's ass a light whack.  
Her flesh jiggled in response, but its firmness caused it to quickly return to 
original form.  Next he whacked her a little harder.  She let out one of her 
faint, high pitched sounds. Then he decided to let go and he whacked her 
VERY hard.  She let out a loud squeal.  He whacked her several more times, 
alternating cheeks and not ignoring her upper thigh area.  Her punctuated 
utterances gave way to a continuous stream of whimpering and squealing.  It 
sounded somewhere across between a pain response and sexual ecstasy. As 
he increased his pace to an even greater furor, her whimpering and 
squealing became louder and more pronounced, to where Steven actually 
became concerned that the neighbors might hear.

	He took a brief pause.  He knew that he couldn't come this far without 
achieving his most precious goal.  He had to see Jenny's girlish cunt, now 
buried beneath the fleshy folds of her ass cheeks and thighs.  He suddenly 
understood the only way he could accomplish this.  He reached down to her 
feet and untied her dainty saddle shows, listening to each in turn drop to the 
floor.  This revealed her frilly white socks.  He then the grabbed top of her 
jeans and panties with one hand and in a single motion tugged them all the 
way off over her feet.  He heard them hit the floor.  Jenny did not respond 
but kept her head buried in the couch cushion.

	Now her entire lower half, her ass and legs, were completely exposed, 
except for her feet which were covered only by short white socks.  She was 
totally vulnerable.

	Steven ran one hand up the back of her right leg, starting at the 
contour of her foot, pressing his fingers hard against her flesh.  He then ran 
his hand over her now red ass cheeks, admiring their silky consistency. He 
raised his hand and started to whack her again with moderate force.  Again, 
she responded by moaning and squealing.

	This time, Steven balled up his other hand into a fist and inserted it 
between her lower thighs, as if to brace himself.  This caused her legs to part 
a few inches, which revealed Jenny's cunt to him.  Its tight, wet lips were 
puckered in the narrow confines of the opening recess between her ass 
cheeks and thighs. The heady scent of her cunt juice became more 
pronounced.  

	Steven began to spank her harder, and he lowered his target area to 
where he would have at least an indirect impact on her pussy region.  She 
responded to this by increasing the volume of her whimpering, and kicking 
it up an octave to the highest pitched sound that he'd ever heard emerge 
from her mouth.  She squirmed a little.  

	Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see Jenny's naked cunt 
spread wide before him.  With his nonspanking hand, he grabbed her right 
knee, and pushed it several inches away from her left leg, to the point where 
her right leg was dangling down to the floor.  Now he had a clear view of his 
stepdaughter's unusually meaty pussy.  Her public hair was light and sparse 
along her slit.  Her fat, pink cunt lips bulged out and he could see that her 
clit was swollen.  She was dripping wet.  He wanted to see more.  He wanted 
to see it all.

	"Honey," he said, "I need you to do something for me.  I can't do this 
right unless you spread your legs apart.  Can you do that for me?"

	There was a pause.  Then he heard her say, "Alright," in a sweet, 
innocent voice.  

	Jenny began to slowly spread her legs farther apart.  He was uncertain 
as to how far she would actually go.  To Steven's ecstatic amazement, she 
spread them all the way apart, resting one leg on the coffee table next to the 
couch.  She was virtually doing the splits.

	This action caused her fat, meaty cunt lips to part, revealing her tight 
little vaginal opening.  It also gave him a better view of her pink, swollen 
clit.  

	Steven couldn't resist the temptation.  He new that Jenny couldn't see 
what he was doing, and was not sure he cared anymore if she did.  While he 
was whacking her butt, he leaned over and moved his face very close to her 
crotch, to where his face was only an inch away from her dripping, open slit.  
He inhaled deeply, and was assaulted with the most intense aroma of the 
sweetest smelling pussy that he'd ever encountered.   

	At that moment, Steven wanted nothing more than to taste his 
stepdaughter's glistening young snatch.  He wanted to run his tongue up and 
down her slit, to suck hungrily on her fat lips, to nibble on her swollen clit.  
He wanted to feel her slippery cunt oils running over his chin and down his 
throat.  

	In the midst of his frenzied lust to consume this gorgeous creature 
that lay half-naked draped over his lap, a scintilla of rationality suddenly 
emerged.  It occurred to Steven that he'd probably already gone too far.  If 
he pushed this any further, there could be serious ramifications.  He resolved 
to bring this encounter to a close before things got out of hand.

	He decided he'd give her just a few more whacks and then let her get 
dressed.  While he was completing this final activity, he was seized by 
another impulse.  In between spanks, in one quick motion, Steven placed his 
hands on Jenny's now swollen red ass cheeks and spread them apart as far 
as he could.  This caused her cunt hole to expand to where he could see part 
of the fleshy pink interior of her virgin fuckcanal.  It also obscenely exposed 
her tight little puckered asshole, previously hidden by her converging ass 
cheeks.  

	He quickly resumed spanking and stopped after a few strokes.  He 
reached to the floor and picked up her panties.  

	"Here you go, sweetie," he said gently, sliding her panties up her long 
legs and tugging them over her swollen buttocks.  

	She got up and picked up her jeans and shoes from the floor.  There 
she stood, clothing in hand, looking at Steven, a little teary-eyed.  

	The interval seemed interminable.  Steven wondered how she was 
feeling.  Was she angry?  Was she aroused?  Was she ashamed?  He just 
wished she'd say something.

	"Daddy," she finally spoke.  "I'm sorry I lied to you."
t/a
	Steven was almost taken aback by the total sincerity of her tone.

	"It's OK honey," he said softly. "I think you've learned your lesson.  All 
this will be forgotten tomorrow."  

	She smiled broadly.  "I love you, daddy," she said. 

	He was still sitting on the couch.  She came over and rapped her arms 
around him, as he buried his face between her enormous breasts.  He stayed 
that way for what seemed like a long while, feeling engulfed by the mass of 
her breasts.  Then she disengaged, turned around, and walked off, jeans and 
shoes in hand.  He watched as her swollen red butt, sharply contrasted with 
her bright white panties, disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.


From wolf@sf.znet.com Fri Dec 01 03:25:12 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost: NEW STORY: Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.) (2/3)
From: Wolf <wolf@sf.znet.com>
Date: 1 Dec 1995 09:25:12 GMT

Chapter 3
	
	For several weeks following this incident Steven was a model of 
restraint.  It wasn't so much that he was feeling guilty about the liberties 
that he'd taken with his stepdaughter, at least not from a moral or legal 
standpoint.  After all, they weren't blood relatives, he'd never adopted her, 
and she was at least barely of legal age.  So he probably hadn't done 
anything illegal. 

	But that wasn't the point.  Steven knew that if anyone found out about 
what had happened between them he could get into serious trouble.  At the 
very least, he faced possible condemnation and alienation from family and 
friends.  Steven became more and more concerned that Jenny might confide 
in her aunt or possibly one of her friends.  He was also concerned that she 
might have been negatively affected by their strange interlude.  God knows 
he'd read and heard plenty of psychobabble about raising children with 
proper boundaries.  He hoped that he hadn't left her with any permanent 
emotional scares.

	Her own behavior left him perplexed.  She acted no differently than 
before: going to school; doing her cheerleader workouts; coming home and 
discussing the ins and outs of her day with him; doing her homework; and 
sometimes going out on weekend nights.  Moreover, her attitude toward him 
seemingly remained unaltered.  Although he had become physically 
standoffish with her, she continued to give him hugs and light pecks on his 
mouth as before.  

	Steven became progressively frustrated with Jenny's cryptic "normal" 
behavior.  He knew she was a little naive, but she certainly wasn't stupid.  
She had to know that their relationship had suddenly taken on a 
certain...carnal subtext.  If she was interested in taking it further, why didn't 
she give him some sign, at least a subtle indication.  But if she was 
displeased with what had happened between them, why did she continue to 
act as if nothing had happened?  Perhaps she was in denial.  Either way, 
Steven determined that taking his impulses any further with her would be 
unthinkable.  He resolved to content himself with autostimulation and 
fantasy until she left for college.

	That resolution abruptly ended one evening.

	Steven was laying in his bed watching TV when Jenny came into the 
room wearing her cheerleading uniform.  She had just returned from a late 
running workout and her nubile limbs glistened with perspiration.  The first 
thing that Steven noticed was that the top button of her tight west was open, 
allowing her generous cleavage to escape upward and outward.  He 
wondered if she had worn it this way at practice while she jumped up and 
down, and who might have been watching her.

	She sat down on the bed next to him, looking fatigued.

	"God daddy.  I'm seriously exhausted.  Thompkins had us practicing 
this new routine for over 3 hours.  I mean, what's with her, anyway?  This is 
pep squad, not cross-country!"

	"Yeah, you look pretty worn out, sweetie.  It's good exercise, though.  
Maybe you should relax for a while before starting your homework."

	She sighed, grimacing a little at the sound of the "H" word.  "Yeah, Ok, I 
think I'm gonna go watch the tube for a while.  Jeopardy's on in a few 
minutes."  

	With that, she got up and went over to pick up her backpack that 
she'd dropped on the floor.  In doing so, she bent over completely at the 
waist.  Steven's eyes immediately riveted to Jenny's lavish bottom, now 
completely in view. She wore an old pair of light pink panties, with a few 
small holes, and a brown teddy bear print.  Steven's cock immediately began 
to throb.  To make matters worse, she fumbled around with the pack for 
several seconds before returning to her feet, apparently zipping it up.  When 
she shifted her weight, causing the panties to ride further up into her ass 
crack, Steven snapped.  His libido immediately staged a coup d'état on his 
brain.  He didn't know what, but he was going to do something.

	He noticed her rubbing her back and moaning softly as she hoisted the 
pack over her shoulder.

	"Hey Jenny, why don't you hang around here for bit," he said, patting 
the mattress beside him.  "I was gonna watch Jeopardy anyway.  We can just 
hang out and be lazy for a while.  I'm kind of tired too."

	She turned and smiled, dropping her pack to the floor again.  "Great 
daddy.  That sounds cool.  I didn't really feel like starting my homework for 
a while anyway."
	 	
	She sat down at the side of the bed, expelling a sigh of exhaustion.

	"You know, sometimes I wish I'd never joined the pep squad," she 
said.

	Steven didn't reply.  He was busy thinking about what it would be like 
to lick the sweat off her smooth, tanned thighs.

	"God, daddy.  That was the most intense practice I've ever had.  Every 
muscle in my body is aching.  My feet are killing me."  She reached down 
and rubbed her foot through her white canvas shoe.  Then she slumped back 
and closed her eyes.

	"Let me rub your feet, honey.  It'll make you feel better," said Steven.

	She let out an anticipatory moan.  "That would be incredible.  Did 
anyone ever tell you you're the greatest dad in the world?"

	Steven didn't reply.  He just smiled at her as she positioned herself at 
the head of the bed and he kneeled down directly in front of her.  
Immediately, he could see a little of her panty crotch revealed by the recess 
between her thighs and her short, pleated skirt.

	He slid both of her white glittery canvas shoes off, revealing her 
smallish feet, covered by flimsy white socks.  Her arches were especially 
pronounced.

	Using both hands, he began vigorously rubbing the underarch of her 
left foot. She sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes.

	"Oh, that feels so good, daddy."

	He had total control of her leg position.  Gradually, as he stroked her 
little sock clad foot, he moved her left leg to the side, until her legs were 
spread several inches apart.  He now had a perfect view of the crotch of her 
pink cotton panties.  He noticed something unusual.  The panties were 
extremely damp in the crotch area, so much so that they clung to the 
contours of her bulging pussy.  Steven reasoned that the intense physical 
activities in her cheerleading practice must have caused her to secrete pussy 
juice into her clingy panties.  She must have been creaming in this manner 
for a while, as her panties were almost completely drenched.

	He stroked her feet for a while longer, listening to her occasional 
moans of approval.  He was intrigued by the disproportionately small size of 
her feet relative to the rest of her body.  Seized by a sudden impulse, he 
pressed his lips to the underarch of her right foot.

	"Mmmmm," was her response, her eyes still closed.

	He then kissed her on the ball of her foot, on her heal and then again 
on her underarch, this time sucking a bit and creating a damp spot on her 
sock.  He enjoyed exploring the contour of her foot with his mouth, the 
slightly coarse texture of her socks, and the faint but distinctive odor that 
they gave off.  

	After a few minutes, his hands moved from her feet to her shapely 
calves, which he began to rub.  The texture of her smooth, tanned skin was 
extremely arousing.  His dick was now rock hard.  

	"Oh, that feels great.  My legs are killllling me!" she said.

	After doing this for a short time, Steven began to consider moving on 
to other territory.  He looked up at her creamy thighs and her clinging wet 
panties.  Briefly, he considered messaging her thighs.  Then he got a different 
idea.

	He glanced further upward.  She was breathing deeply, and her 
massive breasts, clad in a wrinkled, undersized vest  were heaving up and 
down slowly.  He wanted to reach up, grab the top of her vest, and rip it 
open violently, causing the buttons to fly and her massive bra clad breasts to 
spring forth into his waiting hands.  Instead, he opted for a more tactful 
approach.

	"Hey Jenny, why don't you lie down on your stomach so I can give you 
a good back message.  I bet that'll feel really nice," he said, a little too 
enthusiastically.

	"Oh, that's a great idea, daddy.  God, what did I do to deserve such 
royal treatment!" she said as she stretched herself out face down on the bed.

	He slid himself up over her long, tanned legs, being careful to brush 
himself over her pleated miniskirt, causing it to slide all the way up to her 
waist. This revealed his stepdaughter's entire big round ass, covered by one 
piece of bare stretch cotton. He noticed that the wetness that he'd previously 
observed extended all the way around to her rear crotch area as well.  The 
thin cotton clung to her like wet tissue paper in this area.

	In spite of her sudden exposure, Jenny did not comment or react in 
any way.  Either she was blissfully unaware of what was happening or 
secretly enjoying her stepfather's perverse leering.  Steven couldn't decide 
whether he was more turned on by the thought that she liked being ogled 
and felt up by him, or by the thought that she might be so innocently 
unaware of her sexuality as to be ignorant of the implications of what was 
happening.

	He began to message her shoulders and neck.  He started off very 
gently, but his manipulations became progressively  deeper and more 
vigorous.  Her cool tan skin felt very nice.  Her muscles were somewhat tense 
from her extreme physical exertion earlier that day.

	She responded by moaning loudly with pleasure.  "Oh, that feels 
sooooo good!  Why don't you message my back, daddy."

	"OK, honey.  That's a good idea.  But I can't really give you a good back 
message unless you take off your top," he said.  Steven honestly believed 
this to be a relatively safe request at this juncture, given what Jenny had let 
him see already.

	Instead of reaching for the straining buttons on her vest, however, she 
immediately sat up and moved her arms upward over her chest, a sort of 
protective motion.  He noticed that the second button of her vest had come 
undone, revealing cavernous cleavage.

	"Take off my top?  I don't know about that.  Maybe you should just 
message me through the fabric," she said self-consciously.  

	Steven was perplexed by her sudden modesty. Why was she willing to 
let him leer at her legs, ass, and even her pussy, but reluctant to expose her 
bra clad breasts to him?  Perhaps she'd always felt different from other girls, 
owing to her unusually large bust. Maybe this aberrant self-image caused 
her to experience embarrassment at the prospect of exposing this part of her 
body to a man for the first time.  Steven knew that this was going to take 
some coaxing.

	"It's OK, honey.  It's just me.  You don't need to feel self-conscious," he 
said.

	"I don't know," she said, holding her arms tightly over her chest.

	"OK, look.  It would be nice to give you a real message.  But it's no big 
deal.  If you don't want to do it, that's fine," he said gently.

	After what seemed like a long pause, she said, "If I do, do you promise 
that you won't laugh at me?"

	"Laugh at you!  Why would I do that?"

	"I don't know," she said.  Then there was a long pause where she sat in 
apparent indecision, absently biting her lower lip.  Finally, she said, "OK, 
daddy."

	Steven felt exhilarated when after what seemed like an eternity, 
Jenny finally started tugging at the next button of her undersized vest.  His 
cock stiffened and throbbed in anticipation of what he was about to behold, a 
sight never before witnessed by anyone, at least by no man.

	As she popped the buttons, one by one, her chest expanded outward, 
freed of the confining fabric of her vest.  First  her considerable cleavage was 
exposed, then the whole of her voluminous breasts, encased in a layer of 
tight white satin.

	There she sat, blushing and smiling coyly at Steven, with two 
enormous globes jutting straight out from her chest, creamy flesh oozing out 
along the entire boundary her the tight bra.  Her nipples were extremely 
erect, like pebbles. 

	Steven couldn't help himself.  He just sat there leering at his 
stepdaughter's gorgeous adolescent tits, wondering if he could restrain 
himself from reaching out and touching them.  Jenny began blushing more 
deeply, and after about a half-minute of this blatant, perverse ogling, she 
moved her arms up to cover herself.

	"Daddy!" she said.

	Steven shook his head a bit, as if snapping himself out of a daze.  "I'm 
sorry, honey.  I just can't believe how much you've grown.  You're really 
becoming a woman!"  This time he knew his voice was quaking.

	Instead of replying, Jenny once again stretched herself out face down 
on the bed.  Steven immediately went to work on her back. 

	He messaged her back deeply for several minutes as she moaned and 
squeaked in pleasure.  He worked her shoulders, then moved downward, 
sliding his hands under her bra strap.  He messaged the small of her back, 
and slid his fingers under her skirtwaist, messaging around her upper ass 
crack, and feeling the lacy border of her clingy panties. She wiggled her butt 
slightly and cooed softly.

	After working her backside for a long while, he slid his hand under 
her belly, admiring her smooth, flat midriff.  Then he casually moved his 
hands upward and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the satin encased 
flesh.  He could feel her hardened nipples protruding outward against his 
palms.  

	Then she sat up, turned and looked at him tentatively, his hands still 
cupping her breasts gently.  There was a brief interlude of intense eye 
contact.

	"Daddy, you shouldn't-"

	He cut her off in midsentance by squeezing her tits firmly, crushing 
her spongy flesh against her chest.  Her expression changed.  She closed her 
eyes.

	"Oh, daddy!  That feels nice, but-" 

	He ignored her fragmented protestations.  With abandon, his hands 
began to fondle and explore Jenny's breasts through the cool satin.  He 
squeezed them, pinched them, pressed them together, trying in vain to get 
his hands around them.  When he pinched her hardened protruding nipples, 
she let out loud girlish squeal.

	"Oh God.  What are you doing to me daddy?  I can't believe you're 
squeezing my boobs!"  she said through coarse and rapid breathing.

	"I'm going to take off your bra," he said. "I have to see your tits."  She 
didn't reply, her mouth open and eyes glazed over in an apparent daze.  He 
reached around behind her and undid the hook of her bra.  Her breasts burst 
forward, freed from their constraints.  They were two perfect cream colored 
semi-spheres.  Her aureoles were large, soft pink, nipples jutting out 
prominently.

	"My God, Jenny.  You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen!" 
he said with more sincerity than had ever passed through his lips.

	She blushed, smiling with obvious pride.  "Really?" she said.
	
	Instead of answering this rhetorical query, he cupped her bare breasts 
with his hands.  He then squeezed, watching her firm flesh exude between 
his fingers.  He flicked her nipples with his thumbs.  

	He then brought her face close to his, with the intention of locking lips.  
She briefly pulled away.  Then she leaned forward, and pressed her lips hard 
against his.  Surprised by his stepdaughter's intense reciprocation, Steven 
began kissing her passionately, probing her mouth deeply with his tongue. 
The inside of her mouth was warm and tasted tangy, as if she'd eaten 
something spicy for lunch.  He reached under her skirt and fondled her soft 
round ass, sliding his hand downward deeply into her crack.  Her crotch was 
a gooey mess, all slimy cunt meat and sopping fabric.  He rubbed hard on the 
steamy mass.  She moaned loudly in the midst of their oral embrace.  The 
sound came out muffled and girgled as she pulled back, coughing slightly.  
He could see saliva dripping down her chin and he could taste her saliva in 
his mouth. 

	He then pulled her back and they began exploring each others' mouths 
in a frenzy.  With one hand, Steven alternately squeezed her breast and 
pinched her nipple.  With the other, he rubbed hard against the thin layer of 
cotton covering her pussy, cramming the fabric way up into her slimy crack.  
He then yanked the fabric to the side, plastering it to her inner thigh, and 
ran two fingers along the entire length of her warm, moist slit.  Again, she let 
out a muffled grown in the midst of their salivary interplay. 

	After a brief exploration, he found her opening and inserted his finger 
into her tight, young vagina.  She immediately disengaged her mouth and 
threw her head back, her eyes wide with shock.

	"So, what do you think?  You like the feel of this  sweetie?"  he said, 
wiggling his finger and producing an obscenely audible sloshing sound from 
deep inside Jenny's virginal cunt.

	"I don't know.  I mean, your finger is all the way inside my, my..."  
Then he inserted a second finger. "Good.  It feels...good." He jiggled both 
fingers.  "Good?  God, it feels INCREDIBLE daddy!!!!!"

 	He began thrusting both fingers in and out of his stepdaughter's now 
expanded vaginal opening, slowly but firmly.  The walls gripped him tightly, 
barely accommodating the second finger.  Both were coated with her flowing 
pussy oils.  Her moans and squeaks increased in volume, now in synch with 
the rhythm of Steven's penetrating digits.  He increased his pace until he was 
finger fucking her very rapidly, and could feel the increasing influx of her 
vaginal secretions around his invading fingers.  Pussy juice began to drip 
from her straining hole onto his hand and into the already permeated fabric 
of her panties.  Then he suddenly removed his fingers.   She let out a 
tremendous moan.

	He pulled his now slickened fingers up to his mouth. His face close to 
hers, he stared lasciviously at her. Inhaling deeply and experiencing the 
sweet, pungent scent, he began licking and sucking on his fingers, hungrily 
lapping up her pussy juices.  She sat motionless, her mouth open and eyes at 
half mast.  Her expression was almost listless, an amalgam of shock and 
dizzying arousal. Silently, she listened to lewd sucking and slurping noises as 
her stepfather partook of her bodily fluid.

	After staring at her intensely for a while, he said, "I'm going to take 
off the rest of your clothes.  I want you completely naked."

	She looked at him tentatively, then began to nod.  

	"Daddy," she said, gulping slightly. "I've, uh, never done anything like 
this before. I'm a little nervous.  I'm not really sure if I know what to do."

	"That's Ok," he said, a tone of paternal assurance almost eclipsing the 
lustful undercurrent in his voice. "We won't do anything you don't want to 
do, and we'll take it as slow as you want."

	"OK, that's fine," she said.  "But what I mean is, I'd rather if you were 
in control.  I'd rather just do whatever you tell me to do."

	"You mean," he said, suddenly halting as an unparalleled shivering 
blood rush of lust came over him, "you mean, you'll do anything I tell you?"

	"OK," she said, softly and innocently.

	"Anything?"

	She nodded. There was a long pause.

	"Ok.  I want you to lie down on your stomach.  I'm gonna take off your 
skirt and panties.  I want to examine your ass and your tight little snatch," 
he said with a hint of authority in his voice.

	"My....snatch?" she said.

	"Yeah, your SNATCH.  You don't know what that means?" he said with 
amazement.

	"Uh, no.  I've never heard the word," she said softly.

	"Really?  Well, it must be a generational thing.  It means 'cunt.'"  

	"Oh," she said, covering her mouth and looking embarrassed.

	"Alright, so now you know.  Now lie down and spread your legs for me 
so I can examine your little snatch!"  he said commandingly.

	"Ok," she said, responding instantly to his sudden harsh language and 
authoritarian tone.  She stretched herself out on the bed before him.

	He unzipped her pleated cheerleader skirt, and slid it off over her 
tanned, meaty legs.  She lay there now clad in only her clingy light pink 
cotton panties, covering a small portion of her fleshy ass cheeks. He hooked 
his fingers under the bands of the wet garment and toyed with it briefly. 
Then with one harsh yank her ripped it off her, her body jerking upwards in 
response.  Startled, she turned her head and watched him hold the tattered 
remains of her panties up to his face and inhale her aromas, shoving its 
crotch into his mouth and sucking lewdly.  She was now completely naked 
save her frilly white socks.

	Tossing her panties aside, he said, "God, you've got the sweetest 
tasting pussy!"

	Instead of replying, she looked at him quizzically, as if waiting for his 
next instruction.

	"Alright, Jenny, I want you to spread your legs apart for me.  Can you 
do that for your daddy?  I want you to show daddy your tight little cunt."

	She immediately began to spread her legs apart slowly, to where they 
formed a 45 degree angle.  He could now see her glistening snatch more 
clearly now, its fat, meaty slips bulging out.  

	"Jenny," he said with authority.  "I need you to spread them further.  I 
need you to spread them all the way.  I want to see your clit, and your little 
fuckhole.  Can you do that for me?  C'mon, spread 'em sweetie."

	She began slowly spreading them further.  Steven impatiently 
grabbed her thighs and spread them as far as they would go. Her slit opened 
up to him, revealing her tiny hole and her hardened, pebble-sized clit.  She 
whimpered softly, wriggling her butt up and down.

	Taken by impulse, he raised his hand and gave her ass a hard whack.  
Her flesh jiggled and she let out a startled squeal.  Then he grabbed her ass 
cheeks and spread them all the way apart, revealing her tight asshole.  He 
spread her cunt lips with his thumbs, opening her hole even further.  He 
played with her cunt for a few moments, slapping it lightly and watching the 
meat jiggle, tugging at her clit, prying her large ass cheeks apart and leering 
at the exposure of her asshole and cunt together in such close proximity.

	She turned her head toward him, a deep blush on her face.

	"Do you like my ... snatch, daddy?"

	"It's a hot little cunt, honey.  Stick your ass further up in air so I can 
get a better look at it," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.

	She did as he requested, thrusting her butt upwards, spreading her 
legs as wide as they would go.  He could almost see clear into her vagina 
from this view, but the opening was so narrow that his view was still mostly 
occluded.  He leaned down and put his face near her open slit.

	"You like showing me your ass and pussy, don't you, you naughty little 
girl?"  

	She didn't respond.

	"You like to be leered at, don't you?  That's why you wear such short 
skirts and tight tops.  I'll bet when you're cheerleading out on the field, you 
frequently bend over for long periods to pick up your pom-poms or 
something.  I'll bet you get real horny at the thought of guys looking up your 
skirt, at your barely covered ass and cunt.  I'll bet you even sometimes move 
the crotch of your panties aside slightly so guys can see some of your pubic 
hair or even part of your cuntmeat hanging out.  I'll bet that really turns you 
on. Doesn't it.  DOESN'T it!"  he said, the last statement accompanied by a 
hard whack on Jenny's naked ass.

	"Yes, yes!" she said.  "I'm a bad girl.  I like to let guys look up my 
skirt!"
	
	"OK, little girl," he said, his eyes locked on his stepdaughter's open 
cunt.  "I'm going to punish your naughtiness by sucking the juices out of this 
smelly little cunt of yours."

	He lowered his head, slowly bringing his mouth to bear on Jenny's 
now totally exposed pussy.  He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling her aroma, 
then extended his tongue and ran it up the entire length of her open slit.  

	"Ooooh!" she moaned, moving her ass up and down, encouraging 
greater friction between his tongue and her sensitive meat.

	He ran his tongue all over his stepdaughter's delicious pussy, not 
concentrating on any particular area, just appreciating its unique taste and 
meaty texture.  He made loud slurping noises as her juices ran over his lips 
and onto his tongue.  

	"Oh God.  I've never felt anything like this before.  You make me feel 
so good!"  she said amongst loud moans and heavy pants.  

	Steven pulled his tongue away.  She began jiggling her butt and 
making a low whining noise.

	"You like it when daddy licks your hot little cunt, don't you?  Don't 
you, little girl?"  he said teasingly.

	"Yeah, please don't stop," she said pleadingly.

	"You want daddy to start really eating your pussy, don't you?" he said.

	"Please!" 

	Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, bringing his 
mouth once again to Jenny's glistening pink snatch.  This time, rather than 
extending his tongue, he put his lips around her fat lips and swollen clit, 
sucking all of her meat into his open mouth at once.  She let out a muffled 
moan, as if trying to suppress a scream.

	Then he began to suck hard and longingly, messaging her submerged 
pussy meat with his tongue inside his mouth.  He could taste the copious 
juices emerging from her hole, running over his tongue and down his throat.

	She started wriggling her butt frantically, thrusting it backwards, as if 
attempting to force her now ecstatic pussy down Steven's throat.

	He released Jenny's cunt lips and began concentrating on her clit, 
licking it, biting it, and sucking on it hard.  Once again, he inserted two 
fingers into her cunthole, feeling her hot, velvety insides.  He slid them in 
and out vigorously as he messaged her swollen clit with his tongue and lips.  
She moaned deeply, occasionally uttering loud, high pitched screams.  Her 
rhythmic ass wriggling gave way to a frantic, aimless, jerking motion.  With 
his other hand, he grabbed an ass cheek, squeezing her flesh and partially 
steadying her motion which was causing him some difficulty in maintaining 
his precise focus on her clit.  He stuck his nose deep into her slit, sniffing, 
sucking hard and reaming out her tight canal with his fingers.  Her body 
began to quiver and shake.  Her vaginal sheath began rapidly contracting 
and loosening around his invading fingers.  Her moans became longer and 
deeper. She was cumming hard, her juices gushing out into his mouth, 
dripping onto the bedsheets.  He disengaged his mouth and looked up at her 
face.  He continued his finger fucking and began stroking her clit with his 
thumb.

	He could see that her head was drawn back, her mouth open and eyes 
closed.  Her lips and chin were coated with her own saliva.  He could see a 
wet spot and apparent teeth marks in the sheet below her.

	"You're cumming, baby.  Your hot snatch is gushing cum juice all over," 
he said, frantically fucking and messaging her pussy with his fingers.

	Her vocalization became one continuous moan, alternating in pitch to 
the rhythm of her spasming orgasm. She was at her peak, and Steven could 
see the vague outline of a smile emerging on her lips.  He observed her for 
what seemed like over a minute, simultaneously catalyzing and admiring the 
fabulous ecstasy that she was experiencing.  
 
	Suddenly, her moans gave way to a soft panting and her body relaxed.  
He removed his fingers.  She turned and stared at him, speechless, donning 
an expression of startled amazement.

	"You like that, huh?"  he said.

	She nodded.

	"How would you like to experience that again?"

	"Yes please," she said softly.

	"Ok, turn over," he said, giving her now sweaty ass a playful whack.  
He could see that she had to peel the sheet off of her sweaty body as she 
turned over.

	"Alright, first I want you to do something for me."

	"What daddy?"

	"Well Jenny.  You know those tits of yours?  Well you know I really 
LOVE those things.  I don't know how closely you look at other girls, but the 
truth is, you're seriously stacked, honey.  You've gotten the biggest, fattest, 
firmest fucking tits I've ever seen!"

	"Oh daddy!" she said, blushing hard in extreme embarrassment as her 
hand covered her mouth.

	"You know I've been thinking about them for a long time.  In fact, I 
can't seem to get the image out of my mind.  And I have this recurring 
fantasy.  The fantasy is you shaking your big titties in front of me, then 
burying my face in them.  Can you do that for me, Jenny?  Can you shake 
those titties for me?"

	"Daddy!" she exclaimed, now grinning self-consciously.

	"Come on, honey.  Do it for me.  Shake those knockers around!"

	She bit her lower lip a little and said, "Ok" very softly.  She then thrust 
her massive chest forward a little and began to shake her torso slightly.  
Though her motion was slight, the effect was tremendous.  Her breasts 
wobbled about obscenely.
	
	"Oh yeah.  Come on, that's it.  You are so fucking hot.  Shake 'em up 
baby!"

	Seemingly pleased by his encouragement, she began shaking them 
around enthusiastically, proudly thrusting her chest way out before him.  
Her enormous flesh mounds bounced and wobbled about crazily, and made 
an odd slapping noise as they crashed together.  She began giggling girlishly, 
at first softly then much louder as her stepfather's eyes remained riveted to 
the chaotic flesh dance that was occurring atop her sweaty chest.  At one 
point, she stopped shaking side to side and began bouncing up and down on 
her haunches against the springy mattress.  Her breasts slapped up and 
down loudly in an incredible range of motion.  She was giggling and 
squealing the way a ten-year-old girl does when she jumps up and down on 
her bed.  She was obviously self-amused and having a great time.
  
	At one point, Steven grabbed her and pulled her to him, burying his 
face between her tits.  He moved his head about, wallowing in his 
stepdaughter's luxurious flesh.

	She giggled.  "Oh daddy, that tickles!  You didn't shave today, did 
you?"  she said with a mock scolding tone.

	Steven didn't reply.  He just smiled as he repositioned himself and 
began to suck on one of her huge areolae, running his tongue about her 
hardened nipple.

	"Ooooh, that feels nice, daddy."

	"Your titties are pretty sensitive, aren't they, sweetie?"

	"Yeah."

	"Ok, why don't you lay down now."

	She did as requested, laying back on the mattress.  Her breasts 
glistened, heavy and wide as they settled against her chest.  Her nipples 
were still hard.  He reached out and fondled her breasts, pushing them 
together and squeezing firmly.  He leaned forward and began to suckle her 
nipples. She moaned softly in approval.  Then he squeezed one breast harder 
at its base, forcing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible.  He was 
able to get only a small portion of her breast into his mouth.  When it was 
completely full with as much as he could take, he began to suck, licking her 
nipple with his tongue inside his mouth.  With his other hand he explored 
Jenny's youthful body, running it over her stomach, squeezing her ass and 
thighs.  After a long interval of sucking on one breast then the other, he slid 
his hand to her snatch and could tell from its influx of moisture that she was 
becoming aroused once again.

	"Ok, my sweet little girl.  I know what you need now.  You need a 
good, hard fucking.  You need me to slide my hard cock all the way into your 
tight, virginal fuckhole," he said.

	She nodded.  "Alright, daddy," she said.  He could see her gaze shifting 
to the obvious bulge in his pants.   "Do you, uh, think you'll be able to get it 
all the way in?  I mean, I've never..."

	"I know, honey.  We'll just have to give it a try and see," he said.

	"Is it, like, really big?" she said with concern, her eyes riveted to his 
now prominent erection.

	"Well, why don't you just take it out and see for yourself.  C'mon, I 
know you want to see daddy's cock, don't you?" 

	She just continued staring in mixed fascination and nervousness.

	"C'mon, Jenny, take your daddy's hard cock out of his pants."

	She tentatively reached out and tugged at his pants button.  It popped 
open and she unzipped him all the way.  She could see his stiff cock straining 
against the fabric of his underwear.  She then pulled his pants and 
underwear down to his thighs.  His cock sprang forth, rock solid, bobbing 
about before his stepdaughter's face.

	Though Steven's cock was average in length, it was extremely thick, 
probably thicker than Jenny's wrists.  Steven was a little concerned about 
whether or not he would be able to penetrate Jenny's virginal cunt.  He 
recalled that his first girlfriend in high school had been a virgin at the time 
they first had sex.  He remembered that he'd only accomplished his objective 
on that occasion with considerable difficulty, hoping that on this occasion 
Jenny's natural lubricant would be sufficient to allow for full penetration.

	"Why don't you touch it before I fuck your tight little cunt with it.  Go 
ahead," he said.

	She reached out and grabbed it, closing her eyes.  She gripped loosely 
around the shaft with one hand, then brought the other up over the head.  
She moved her hands all about his engorged organ, experiencing its shape, 
texture and consistency.  Her manipulations started out very gentle but 
became increasingly vigorous as time went on.  At some point, Steven 
decided that the stimulation was too much.  He wanted to save himself for a 
good, hard fuck, the best fuck of his life.  He pulled her hands away.

	"Ok, that's enough. I'm gonna fuck you now."

	She nodded, alternating her gaze between his face and his throbbing 
prick.  "Do you think we should use some, uh, Vaseline or something?"

	"No, I think we'll try it natural at first.  If it's too difficult, we'll try a 
lubricant," he said.

	"So, uh, what should I like, do now?" she said.

	"Lie back, spread your legs, and cock them up over my shoulders.  I'll 
do the rest."  

	"OK, daddy."  

	She did as she was told.  Her feet were now resting on Steven's 
shoulders.  He paused for a moment and stroked her shapely legs, admiring 
the contrast between her perfect tanned flesh and the bright white of her 
sweaty socks.  He looked down.  There was this beautiful girl, object of the 
masturbatory fantasies of every straight male adolescent that crosses her 
path, laying before him, stark naked, legs spread, cunt spread, waiting to be 
fucked by him.  

	Rapture.

	He leaned forward, pushing her legs back.  He grabbed his cock and 
guided the head to her tiny pussy opening.  He might have been concerned 
about not using protection had he not been sterile from a vasectomy he 
received several years earlier. Slowly, he began to work the head in.  She 
started emitting a faint but continuous moan.  Though she was very tight, he 
was able to insert the entire head.  

	Her head was cocked back, eyes closed, painted fingernails gouging 
into the bedsheets at her sides.  He knew this was going to be difficult, so he 
grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs further apart.  He pushed and 
encountered serious resistance, in spite of the ample hot lubricant that he 
could feel around his throbbing cock in her tight hole.

	"Jenny, you need to open your cunt further for me.  Use your hands," 
he said.

	She did as she was told, bringing her hands around and using her 
fingers to spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could.  He leaned forward 
for increased leverage, so that his cock was entering her at a nearly vertical 
angle.  The combination of this and Jenny's action did the trick. Her cunthole 
expanded to accommodate the invading thickness of his cock.  His cock began 
to slide down into her, slowly but steadily.  She whimpered, biting her lower 
lip. Steven thought he could detect an occasional pain wince from her.

	"Are you OK?" he said. "If this is too painful, I'll pull it out."

	"No," she said, panting, his rock hard cock now a third of the way into 
her. "It hurts a little, but it feels so good.  I want to feel it all the way inside 
of me.  Please don't stop till it's all the way in!"

	He pressed on, immersing himself in the exquisite caress of Jenny's 
vagina.  At some point, he again experienced resistance.  Realizing that he'd 
reached the critical point, he knew that the only way to handle it was to be 
quick and get it over with as soon as possible.  He pulled back slightly, then 
thrust forward hard, feeling the membrane snap and give way more easily 
than he'd expected.  She winced slightly.

	"Are you OK?" he said.

	"Yeah," she said, breathing hard.  "I'm OK.  Just slide it all the way in."

	He pushed downward, encountering less resistance than before.  
Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt.  His stepdaughter was completely 
stuffed with his thick, pulsing cock meat.  She let out a tremendous moan.

	"Oh God.  It's all the way in.  I'm bursting at the seems, daddy!" she 
said with an ecstatic tone.

	"You like having daddy's big cock all the way inside you.  Don't you, 
little girl?"

	"Yes. Uhhhhhhhhh!"

	He slowly pulled his pulsing shaft out to where only the head was still 
inside her.  Then he thrust downward into her hot velvety tunnel.  This time, 
it took only a few seconds for him to achieve total penetration.  He repeated 
this action several times, pulling back slowly, pausing, then thrusting 
downwards, each time with increasing force.

	"Oh please!  Stick it into me!  Do it harder!" she moaned.

	When he got to where he could thrust all the way inside her with one 
quick motion, he changed his rhythm.  He began fucking her with quicker, 
harder strokes.  He had her legs pinned all the way back now, and was 
lunging into her vertically.  Her hands were now fondling her massive 
undulating breasts, squeezing them together and pulling on the nipples.   

	"Ohhhhhh!  You're really screwing me, daddy! It feels so good!"

	He began to quicken his pace, leaning down and kissing her hard on 
the lips, running his fingers through her thick blond hair, now tussled all 
about.  She was wriggling her ass, thrusting her pussy upwards in a collision 
course with Steven's downward ramming cock.  Though the tightness of her 
fuckhole prevented him from thrusting at full force and speed, their 
combined motion was enough to produce a tremendous, wet friction that put 
Steven in a zone of arousal which he'd never before experienced.  Her 
vocalizations were extremely loud now, a mixture of throaty moans and high 
pitched, girlish squeals.  

	"You bad little girl!" he said. "You really love having daddy ram his 
cock meat into you!" 

	She responded by humping upwards even harder.  He tried to piston 
his cock through the velvety grip of Jenny's vagina as hard and fast as he 
could.  At some point, he abruptly slid his cock out.  

	"Don't stop.  Put it back in," she whined, spreading her legs further 
apart and opening her cunt as wide as she could with her fingers.

	"I'm going to fuck you doggy style, from behind.  I want to play with 
your luscious hanging tits while I slam my cock into your pussy," he said.

	There was a pause while she looked at him tentatively.  "But, how 
does that work, daddy?"  she said, as if genuinely confused.  

	"Turn over.  Get on your hands and knees.  Spread your legs as far 
apart as possible while maintaining your balance.  I'll do the rest."

	As she turned over, he noticed that the bed clothes were drenched 
with sweat underneath her.  She got on all fours, spreading her legs apart.  
She leaned forward, resting on her forearms instead of her hands.  Her 
creamy ass cheeks and glistening cunt meat rose upward, staring him right 
in the face.  She seemed to have caught onto the idea quickly.

	"Do me, daddy," she said in a soft, girlish voice.

	Steven wasted no time.  He grabbed his rock hard throbbing organ and 
brought the head right to her cunthole.  He guided the head in, this time 
encountering a little less resistance.  He grabbed her ass and squeezed the 
cheeks, prying them apart.  With his thumbs, he separated her moist cunt 
lips.  Then he plunged downward, once again feeling the embrace of her hot 
wet sheath around his cock.  This time, he was able to stuff his meat all the 
way up to the balls more easily than before.  He was surprised that this 
position seemed to allow him to penetrate Jenny more easily.  His experience 
had been the opposite with most other women.  He knew that from this 
position he was going to be able to fuck her as fast as his pelvic muscles 
would permit.  He started with a few very hard thrusts, taking his time 
between each one. She responded with tremendous moans of increasing 
audibility.  Then he started fucking her as fast as he could, ramming his cock 
with abandon into his stepdaughter's hot vaginal quicksand.  

	"You like being fucked doggy style, you naughty little cheerleader, 
don't you?  You like it even better than the other way!" he said.

	"Yyyyyeeeeeeessssss," she said, the word coming out garbled and 
drawn out amidst her rhythmic moans and squeals.  She thrust her ass 
upwards in synch with Steven's frenzied fucking, impaling herself harder 
and harder on his pulsing meat.

	"Get up on your hands, Jenny.  I want to squeeze your titties while I 
fuck you," he said.  

	 She promptly did as requested.  Draping his body over her, he began 
taking shorter, quicker strokes as he fondled her two enormous, hanging 
mounds of creamy flesh.  He squeezed them hard, pressing them together 
and pulling them apart, crushing them to her chest and pulling them 
downwards.  He pinched her hardened nipples and sampled the texture of 
her large, now wrinkled aureoles.  Then he brought his hands up over her 
back.  With one hand, he grabbed her thick hair at the base and pulled her 
head back a few inches.  Now he was fucking her as hard as he could, 
slamming his cock into her buttery cunt with a force and rapidity that he'd 
never thought he could manage.  He could smell her body.  It was an 
intoxicating mixture or perspiration, cosmetics, and cunt juice.  He could hear 
the sound of the bead springs creaking loudly, and the sound of her huge tits 
slapping together  each time he thrust forward.  He could see that her hair 
was wild, blond tresses tussled about her shoulders and upper back, matted 
to her flesh in places.

	"Oh God, daddy.  You're doing me so hard.  I never thought it would be 
like this!" she said.

	He reached his hand down and begun vigorously messaging her 
swollen clit as he relentlessly rammed his aching cock into her cunthole.  At 
some point, her body began to buck and shake in the same chaotic manner 
as before, only with greater intensity. He tried to fuck her even harder, but 
realized that he was becoming exhausted, and was himself on the verge of 
releasing the biggest load of cum that he'd ever released.  He could feel her 
fuck tunnel spasming around his cock.

	"Oh daddy.  I think I'm cumming again!"  she said, now emitting a 
continuous, high pitched scream.  

	She collapsed on her belly.  Her ass was frantically thrusting up and 
down, her body quivering and shaking uncontrollably.  He road out the rest 
of her orgasm, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could 
manage.  Shortly after her body began to relax, he withdrew, feeling the cum 
in his balls welling up to the bursting point.  

	"Turn over, honey.  I'm gonna cum all over you," he said feverishly.

	She didn't respond, just continued laying there listlessly.  He reached 
down, grabbed her side, and rolled her over.  He could see that her face was 
contorted in a kind of post-orgasmic delirium.  He began frantically beating 
his cockmeat just inches above his stepdaughter's sweat sticky tits.  When he 
began to cum, he closed his eyes, spewing gobs of hot, creamy jis onto 
Jenny's body.  He flailed about, paying no attention to where he was 
depositing his load.  

	"Mmmmmm," he heard her say.  He could also hear the sound of her 
moving underneath him.  

	After at least 20 seconds of fierce ejaculation, he opened his eyes, 
euphoric and exhausted.  He could see that he'd sprayed his load all over her 
chest, neck, and face.  To his surprise, she was licking all around her mouth, 
lapping up the cream he'd deposited. 

	He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing 
his body against hers.  After a few moments of gentle fondling and quiet 
intimacy, he disengaged.  She slid off the bed and began gathering her 
clothes.  He watched her closely as she moved about, retrieving her garments 
strewn liberally about the room.  

	"I need to take a shower," he heard her say as she bent over to pick 
up her shoes, her sweaty ass again asserting itself prominently into his field 
of vision.

	She walked toward the door, stopping for a moment to appraise 
herself in the full length closet door mirror.  Her body was pinkish, glistening 
with sweat and sticky cum.  Her hair was unruly, plastered to her skin in 
places.  Her nipples remained intensely erect.  Her lips parted slightly as a 
look of mild shock appeared on her face.  She ran her fingers lightly over the 
glass, tracing out her image, as if touching an alien surface.

	"You are one hot little number, honey," said Steven, laying back and 
basking in his postorgasmic glow.

	She turned to him, suddenly self-conscious, blushing and pulling her 
clothes over her torso in a futile attempt to cover her nudity.  She started to 
say something, stopped herself, and abruptly turned and left the room.  
Steven drifted off to the soothing sound of distant running water.