At 55, I had just remarried following a lengthy and messy divorce. I guess neither of us were really to blame, just after 30 long time of matrimony and the small fry having flown the nest, we had found those irreconcilable difference that precipitate many divorcement. I had subsequently found and married a wonderful and very attractive 36-year-old grass widow, Stella, and embraced her then 14-year-old daughter, Sandy, as my own. Two twelvemonth later, we were both in pretty good cast for our old age, Frank Stella would and would often operate out at the local anaesthetic gym, although Frank Philip Stella was more into aerobics and yoga, and I more into weight, although we often enjoyed a run together and we both naturally enjoyed a healthy sex life. Stella had a great shape, not stick-thin, but a long way from being chubby, with nicely toned muscle and well-shaped 36C breasts. Stella worked as benefactor at a local day-care meat and always enjoyed being surrounded by children, which I considered as a vocation. As lots as I loved minor, I didn't have the endless reserves of patience such a job called for. I was much happier working as a professional lensman. In fact, that's how we first met, when I was called to do a photo-shoot of the day-care centre for some promotion material.

Sandy was adorable, a confection, caring young woman, with a slender shape with chest-length visible light brown naturally wavy hair and matching brightness level brown centre. In so many ways, she was a little clon of her mother. I was lucky in that she quickly warmed to me, as her cancel don had to all accounts, been a bit of a drunken slob, who was frequently abusive to her mother, so she had evolved to be quite protective of her mother. Fortunately, his maltreatment had not progressed too far before Stella determined to divorce. Actually, I learned later that my being accepted by Sandy had been a determining factor in whether Stella agreed to espouse me or not.

excursus from her onetime husband's abusive nature, I had wondered why Frank Philip Stella did not sustain any other tike. It transpired that she had experienced a tortuousness during her pregnancy with Sandy, which meant she could no longer have children. This had been disappointing news program and as our relationship progressed, both Frank Stella and I wished we could give birth had a shaver together. We discussed acceptance, which was a refine process, and finding a deputy, was not only complex, with important jeopardy, but was also prohibitively expensive even given our coalesce wage, amounting to over $ 100,000, taking account of the alternate, the agency, effectual fees, and checkup bills, which we both agreed would be better invested in Sandy's college fund.

We had just finished making love one night and were snuggled together in bed, when Frank Philip Stella broached the subject area yet again, of how much she wanted a kid as a symbolisation of our love for each other that would contain forward long after we both left this earth.

I agreed that I would have loved to induce a child with her and how practically it saddened me that we couldn't but how it came down to the former discourse that we simply couldn't afford to go down the surrogacy route.

"I've been thinking a lot about how we could own a baby and I've got an mind, but it's not exactly orthodox and it might not even be viable"she said hesitantly and was almost reluctant to expand on her thoughts.

"go on… ”, I said, listening attentively and trying to get her to open up about her idea.

"Well… what if I could persuade Sandy to be the surrogate ?"

I was shocked and puzzled, curious about exactly what she was meaning.

"But she's only 16 and she's got school, what about her bailiwick, what about the medical subroutine involved in fertilizing and implanting and egg… ?"

A seemingly endless listing of impossibility and impediments filled my pass that would make Stella's suggestion a non-starter aside from the lesson implications and impact on Sandy's living. Stella continued, clearly, she had been expecting my reaction and had already contemplated about these things too.

"well, I could fall in up my job for now and home-school her, even with the loss of income, that would still operate out cheaper over the nine months than I would earn… besides, even if we found a suited replacement through an agency, the mother would have zip to do with the baby later and that's emotionally wild for her and can be wide of complicatedness, but if Sandy carried our baby, she would always bear the sister as percentage of her spirit, even if only as a sister to it ”.

"But what about the medical monetary value ?"I was pretty win over that Frank Stella was on something and wasn't thinking clearly.

She paused for the farseeing fourth dimension, in silence. I could almost see the cycle turning in her psyche about how sound to broach her response to this question. Eventually though, she braced herself and continued.

"well, I thought maybe we could help Sandy to conceptualise naturally"She emphasized the word"naturally ”, looking down as she said it.

I puzzled at her answer, unsure whether she actually meant what I was thinking she was meaning.

"Do you mean… ”, it was my turn to pause"…that I should own sex with Sandy ?"

Again, Stella took her clock time as if thinking about my question and hesitating to answer directly.

"Yes"

I was speechless, dumbfounded. I had never seriously looked at Sandy in that way and my own lesson self-will prevented my thoughts from venturing too far, even when I had seen her in a skimpy bikini. She was just 16, still retaining a somewhat boyish figure with small white meat, no larger than a B-cup and as far as I knew, was still a Virgo the Virgin as I'd never known her to yet possess a boyfriend. I think her experience observing the opprobrious nature of her father had somehow deterred her a bit from getting too close to boy. Yet here was her mother suggesting that I fuck her.

"That's never going to fly Frank Stella, firstly I am more than three clip her age, morally that would be so wrong, and I doubt seriously that she would ever consort to such a thing ; it might even alienate her from you or push a chock between you"

Even though Sandy was my stepdaughter, my protective paternal judgement was firing on all cylinder and was quite dismissive of the whole idea, as well as the inappropriate lesson aspect of what Stella was suggesting, besides the fact that I was long past the fourth dimension where I could even be considered remotely attractive to a young 16-year-old.

Stella continued"but what if I could persuade her, would you be will to ?"

"I guess… if that's something you really want… and she agrees ”, I responded, not taking her hint seriously. I almost thought it was a prank head designed to see if I was perving her daughter.

"You see, Sandy already mentioned to me that she knew how a good deal i wanted a child and wished she could help… at the metre we both recognized there was nothing she could actually do, but I've been thinking about this for a spell, ever since she mentioned that"

Frank Philip Stella seemed quite centre on her mission and deadly grave about her bid. We settled down ready for eternal rest, Frank Philip Stella not saying more about it. My mind however was in turmoil with the rights, wrong, risks, and impracticalities of what she had just proposed. My body though did not escape the aspect of having sex with a 16 twelvemonth old Virgo and I developed an erection, something unusual so soon after having made love with Stella.

Nothing much happened for the side by side month apart from the usual sporadic outbursts that occur between mother and a teenage girl, often accompanied by slamming doorway. I figured that Stella had either had the suggestion rejected or had dismissed the idea herself. One thing did change though, and that is that I now saw Sandy in a different ignitor ; no longer innocently and dismissively seeing her as a somewhat boyish teen, instead noticing how attractive she was, with her pretty face and beautiful long haircloth, her small developing bosom. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be a 17-year-old boy taking her out on a date.

A pair of weeks later, we were nestled in bed together when she broached the study again.

"She agreed"was all she said, simple, to the point, no foundation necessary. My creative thinker whirled and our kinfolk relationship suddenly became a whole lot more complicated.

"I see"was the only response I could muster in that moment

We remained silently together for several More minutes.

"When ? … how ?"I eventually asked

"She's going to let us know when she thinks she's fertile"

"I mean, how am I supposed to do this ?"

Stella pondered my question for a several moments before responding

"I have been thinking about this… I wondered whether to just let you spend the night with her, but… I think it would be gracious if I could be present, to be division of the design"

"I see ”, I said somewhat dispassionately, still not fully grasping the significance of whatever scenario was going to end up with my stepdaughter getting pregnant with my child.

"What if she doesn't take the first metre ?"I asked

"I thought about that too… I think we should replicate this over several nights… to be certainly ”, Stella responded, gaining more confidence.

"OK"

My result were in hindsight, pretty lame, my head was preoccupied with a million thoughts, but my cock was growing hard at the prospect.

The next day, neither Sandy nor I could make eye tangency with each other. She was clearly shy and extremely embarrassed, and I found that we kept making exculpation to not be in the same room together.

Stella worked alternate Sat as some people worked on the weekend, consequently the day-care remained unresolved 7 daylight a week and staff took turns covering weekends. This left Sandy and I alone in the planetary house. Sandy had remained in her room to the highest degree of the day, coming down only to catch food for thought before scurrying off to eat it in her room.

I decided to try and break the ice and knocked on her bedroom door.

"Sandy, may I come in, I think we should blab"

secretiveness

I knocked again,"I think it would help us both, I feel awkward about this too"

There was a sound of bm from in the room and the room access opened. I took this as an invitation to go in and followed her in. She moved over to her bed and sat down, hands folded in her lap, her regard focused on the floor. She was dressed in a baggy livid t-shirt and pair of loose-fitting soft athletic shorts. There was silence between us, so I decided it was best if I tried to bulge out the conversation. I sat down next to her, making sure that I maintained a sensible distance.

"Sandy… look… I know this state of affairs is probably really hard for you, it certainly is for me. You're my stepdaughter and I love you dearly as if you were my real daughter … and we probably wouldn't be having this conversation if it wasn't something your mom really wanted"

Sandy sat motionless and listened.

"I just want you to bonk that this is extremely brave of you and it can't be leisurely for you to accept… I know you told your mom that you agreed but if for any reason, even the slightest reason you change your mind, or if you need to a greater extent fourth dimension to recall about it, neither your mom nor I would be disappointed in you… we both love you and desire what's best for you ”.

Sandy raised her eyes, searching to see if I was being genuine or whether i might just be lying to her.

"I love you Sandy"

"I love you too, daddy ”, she said softly.

I loved the way she had so easily embraced calling me"Daddy ”. I know I wasn't her nascence father, but it gave me a warm glow inside whenever she used it.

"It's just… ”, she hesitated…"I've never even kissed a guy and yet… and yet I'm supposed to let you have sex with me ”.

"Would it help if we spent some personal meter together, not to stool lovemaking or anything, but maybe not so strictly as father-daughter"

"Maybe"she said

"How about I take you to a moving picture, or maybe we have dinner together"

"could we ?"she said, her temper lightening a short

"Of course we can, just you and me, I can pretend I'm 20-something again and you pretend you're 18"

"What if people see us and gaze ?"

"wellspring firstly it's none of their business enterprise, but if it concerns you that we might run into mortal you know, then I'll make for sure we go to a more remote control component part of town, so there'll be LE danger"

I decided to alter the aura a bit and tried to pretend, as trump I could, to act like a younger man.

"Hi Sandy, would you like to go to a motion picture with me tonight ?"

Sandy giggled at my lightsome gimcrack, but gladly accepted.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7"

I left her bedroom and went to telephone her mom. Stella was great, she knew Sandy was nervous and thanked me for being so considerate. She would figure out dinner for herself and was fine.

I went to my bedroom and picked out a smart but comfortable Polo shortstop and some slacks, together with some sneakers. I looked at the kit and considered it suitably date-worthy. A suddenly while later, I heard the rain shower track, and for the inaugural time in several days, heard Sandy singing. I smiled to myself, fully intending to get to the nigh of this appointment. I scanned a list of movie theatre of operations and found a moving-picture show that I thought she would savor at a theater the other side of town.

It got to about 10 minutes before 7 and so I picked up my car keys, snuck out through the garage, and take around the stop. I made a point of revving the locomotive engine as I pulled out outside the business firm and promptly at 7, rang the doorbell.

I heard her part birdsong out to me to go get the threshold, but as I was not in the firm I couldn't respond. A few minutes later, she appeared at the front door and opened it. Sandy looked sandbag, her impertinently washed and brushed hair had a beautiful lustre and she had just the right hand total of makeup… nothing too dense, just enough to highlight the secure features of her beautiful human face. She wore a white-hot stringy tank-top that revealed a piddling segmentation emphasizing her bosom with a little white push-up bra, and a red skirt that came to mid-thigh. She seemed taller too, wearing a distich of strappy sandals with what I estimated to be a 2-inch chock heel. In every respect she had clearly transformed herself from scruffy 16-year-old into a aphrodisiacal 18-year-old. Had her mom seen her going out on a date dressed like that, she might make had something to say about her outfit, but who was I to complain.

"Wow !"I exclaimed as she gave me a flirty expression and a little twirl

The drive to the movie theater took about half an hr, during which meter she connected her iPhone to the car's media system, and she sang along to the songs of Taylor Swift and a few groups that a guy of 20 should have known, but which I didn't recognize.

I bought the ticket, grabbed some popcorn, and headed for the small screen. I led her towards the rump away from the gaze of others and took our seats. I was right in the picture show choice, it had been something she really wanted to see, and we watched, munching our way through the bucket of popcorn.

My earpiece buzzed softly and I looked at the text message

"How's the date going ?"It was a content from Frank Philip Stella

"Wonderful, she's enjoying the picture show"I texted back

"goodness"came the reply. Then I got another content that somewhat surprised me.

"have you kissed her yet ?"

"Lol no, it's not really that form of engagement, just want to make her more comfy with me"

"Since when does a date not kiss the girl in the back of the movies ?"

"How did you know we are at the rear ?"

"I was Lester Willis Young too once, I'm not THAT old"

"if you're going to take her comfortable having sex with you, you'll need to maltreat it up"

I was shocked, she was actually suggesting that I make out with our daughter

"LOL"I replied

"shuffling her horny, maybe we have a praxis run tonight ?"back came the message

"Are you serious ?"

"Yes !"

"I'll see what I can do"

"k… good portion"

We were only a part-way into the movie so I decided first to put my arm around her, my handwriting feeling her silken hairsbreadth, rested on her exposed shoulder. She looked at me, smiled, and nestled into my arm.

About 5 moment later, I moved my paw from her shoulder and turning her head to face me, kissed her on the lips. She kissed back but it wasn't in a way that could be called dangerous. It was apparent from the way she kissed that Sandy had little experience, so I pressed my tongue to her lips, urging them to open, which she duly did and in a flash, my tongue was inside her mouth, our tongue meeting, and I started to kiss her deeply. Her mouth was exquisite, soft, warm, and so fresh, a slight fragrancy of popcorn lingered. A low groan escaped her lips and I took this as a cue to take this a step further. As her stepfather, I was already kissing her beyond any conceivable boundary but in my purpose as her day of the month, I was every bit the horny 20-year-old and was already getting hard. My other helping hand slid to her exposed knee and then to the inside of her knee. She froze, clamping her human knee together tightly so I started to stroke the top of her knee and thigh with slow deliberate trend, while continuing to kiss her. She seemed to get used to the presence of my hand and I sensed her slacken her leg a minuscule, so once again, I slipped my helping hand between them.

To the casual percipient peering into the duskiness, they could easily have mistaken us for a typical couple out on a date.

I started to stroke the inside of her thigh, and she purred more deeply, stroking the side of my aspect with her hand. Her touch was electrifying. I had never before reckon kissing Sandy and touching her in this way.

She parted her legs more as we continued to buss, and my helping hand reached unsafe territory, my fingerbreadth brushing her panties. She gasped and trembled slightly as my fingers found the outside of her pussy rim and traced it through the soft, stretchy fabric. They were noticeably damp.

I rubbed a little harder aiming for her button and found that it was clearly swell some. I slid my hand inside the leg of her panty and for the commencement time, felt her wetness directly, skin on skin. She looked at me with the look of a startle rabbit in her eyes, but I just kept kissing her. As my fingers found her button and started to stimulate it, her optic closed and she moaned deeply into my kiss, her hips started to instinctively surface to meet my touch.

"Daddyyyyyy"she whispered along with a groan

"Tonight, I am Robin, your date, not your pop"I replied softly and resumed my kiss with her.

I was surprised to regain that she had only a tenuous spell of fuzz over her mound, which reminded me of just how Lester Willis Young she was, not a blockheaded bush like my low gear wife's and not the shaved or waxed phalacrosis that Stella always kept.



I released my arm from around her shoulder and took postponement of her handwriting, guiding it to my throbbing erection that remained narrow inside my pants. She gasped, reluctant to touch it, but I held her hand in spot, closing her digit around my shaft, as my other continued to act on her clitoris, occasionally sliding a finger between her pussycat lips. They were sopping wet.

Even in the semi-darkness I could distinctly see how flushed her face was, her pupils flared wide.

I whispered into her ear,"Let's go nursing home"… she nodded

We left the movie theater hired man in hand

Just as we pulled up to the face of my truck, I pulled her to me and kissed her. This prison term she responded, not as a naïve 16-year-old, but as a horny young woman, wrapping her weapon around me to kiss me.

We headed back, the Sung of Taylor Swift filled our auricle once more.

Once back home, I pulled up into the double garage and led her by the hand again, but instead of letting her go when we passed her bedroom door, I led her to our room. She looked at me quizzically.

Her mom was already in bed, reading a book, wearing a lean cotton nightdress.

"hi you two, enjoy your appointment ?"

"yes"was Sandy's elementary response, not really certainly about elaborating on what had just transpired.

"Why don't you come sleep in the middle between us tonight, dear ?"Stella said, pulling back the covers and inviting her in. We were golden enough to hold out in a reasonably sized home and our king-sized bed afforded passel of room for the three of us.

I felt Sandy's hand offset to pull back, but I squeezed it tightly as if to assure her. She looked at me almost scared. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered,"where's that horny young date of mine ”.

Sandy hugged my arm tightly and turned her brass to mine, mouthing inaudible words that never transformed into sounds and looked into my eye, searching for reassurance. Again, I whispered into her ear,"it's ok, if this gets too much for you, just arrest us and we'll let you go back to your room… don't worry, we will still love you in the morning… we are all skittish ”.

This seemed to reassure her and I turned her to face up me and reached around her for the zip to her annulus, I unfastened it and it slipped to the ground. Tentatively, she stepped out of it and kicked off her shoe. Sandy's panties were noticeably still muffle, but she kept them on. I hoped she was still feeling horny, despite"the here and now"having passed over the course of the drive home.

She climbed into bed next to her mom, while I quickly disrobed down to my boxers and climbed in after her."I.. I don't think I'm fat yet"she said, looking first to her mom and then to me as if trying to find a worthy excuse.

"It's ok Sandy, this is just to assist you get comfortable, to help you relax and maybe even love sharing the bed with us"I said, again trying to fathom assure, just imagine we're still on our date.

"Did your daddy candy kiss you, sweetheart ? ”, Frank Stella asked, somewhat directly, which sort of took both Sandy and me by surprise.

"Yes"

"So did you enjoy that ?"

"yes, it was nice, he showed me how to kiss ”, Sandy responded

"Yes, he's definitely a trade good kisser ”, Frank Philip Stella winked at Sandy as if they both shared a secret.

"and did he relate you ? ”, Stella again explored what happened on our date

Sandy looked at me nervously, not sure whether to respond that or not, I nodded and smiled at her.

"Yes"

"And did you enjoy that too ?"

"hmm not at first, I was nervous, but yes, very very much"

"where did he touch you ?"

"On my leg… at first… and then on my panties"

"and how did that stimulate you sense ? ”, Frank Philip Stella was really rum about our date and was looking at me with an yarn-dye facial expression every time Sandy answered.

"It made me all tingly and gave me goose bump"

"So, he made you feel horny ?"

"yeah"

"Perhaps you should kiss dada and let him do that some more ?"she asked Sandy, more as a suggestion than a question.

I leaned over and started to kiss Sandy again, my clapper immediately exploring for hers and my hand slipped down her tummy inside the waistband of her panty. She responded, kissing me back like I expected a teen to do, uncoerced but slightly awkward. I kept kissing her and started to play with her petty clitoris again. Sandy moaned at the jot of my fingers and I could start to find some wetness building again around the sassing of her pussy.

Frank Stella had by now turned on her side to face up us, her headway propped up on one hand, started to softly stroke her hair with the other.

I slid a finger's breadth down her brim and into the entrance of Sandy's puss. She gasped and trembled, a stifle whine emanated from her rima oris. She was getting wetter by the instant. I pulled my deal back and showed Frank Philip Stella the wetness on my fingers. She grinned, felicitous that I was making our daughter horny, and reached down before pulling her nightdress off over her fountainhead, so she was completely naked. Her hand slipped down between her pegleg to bet with herself.

I grasped the hem of her tank top and tugged at it, but the rachis was trapped between her organic structure and the mattress.

"Help your daddy see your beautiful titties, stunner"Stella voiced, prompting Sandy to farm up a little and give up me to move out her garment. As I did so, Stella's hand slipped inside Sandy's panties and started rubbing her. I pulled her tank top off over her head and implements of war and tossed it to the trading floor. She was laying there in just her little white push-up bra and panties.

The bra was a presence fastening type from Victoria's Secret that both lifted and pushed together her development breasts, emphasizing her segmentation. I unclipped it and the two cups fell to the side. Her mother was right, Sandy's titty were so perfect, chirpy, firm, yet beautifully rounded slight apples, adorned with low but voiceless pink nipples.

I broke from our kiss and lowered my head, taking one of her teat into my back talk to suckle on it. Sandy moaned softly and was breathing more than rapidly. To my surprise, Frank Philip Stella also bent forward and simultaneously suckled on her former mammilla, while a squelching sound emanated from Sandy's pussy as Stella's fingers worked on it.

Sandy was getting increasingly aroused, whimpering and moaning continuously. Her script was stroking my header, her digit running through and occasionally grasping my pilus. Judging from the sight of Stella's erect pap, she was heavily aroused too.

Stella's hand worked faster and faster, finger fucking Sandy's virgin pussy and stimulating her clitoris, while Sandy's rallying cry got louder. Suddenly, Sandy closed her heart and cried out"oh my god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming ”.

With that, her little body convulsed and she started panting for air.

Stella looked at me, highly satisfied. For me it was an astonishing sight to see my Cy Young stepdaughter sexual climax. It seemed like such an fabulously private and suggest minute to contribution with her.

Stella withdrew her sopping wet finger's breadth and I took this as a cue to skid Sandy's panty off over her hips and down her branch. Sandy was still shaking and basking in the draw close afterglow of her climax, her eyes blinking at the chroma of the sensations that had just flooded her body. I slid down between her legs, and hooked one leg over each shoulder. I was staring at her beautiful pussy, the lips swollen and tumid, glistening with her juices, the diffused pink of her interior lips clearly visible. Her thin tussock of hair, a twinkle brown, matching her hair and eyebrows. I put my font to her and softly licked at her.

Sandy suddenly grasped my chief, trying to tug it back and cried out"nooo, stop… too sensitive"but I ignored her and continued to gently lap up her folds and clitoris. Sandy was writhing in the excess of sensations that were stimulating her dead body, rocking her head from incline to side. I was determined to entice another coming from her.

Stella meanwhile grabbed hold of my shorts, tugging them off and then sank her oral cavity onto my shaft of light as my erection popped up, waving around in its new found exemption. Frank Philip Stella was an adept cock-sucker and very capable of making me recede dominance but fortunately she paced herself, instead gently stimulating it to prevent it in a fully voiceless state.

Sandy had never seen my cock, nor had she actually ever seen anyone suck a cock before and stared at her mother wide as Stella's chief bobbed up and down. I continued licking and soon Sandy was in heaven again, writhing around in response to the sensations I was stimulating in her. Her hips started bucking, meeting my lap. She was cooing, purring like a cat, whimpering, and moaning in response to different strokes of my tongue, occasionally pushing partly inside her, occasionally sucking her clitoris.

"oh my god, dad, don't stop, so wonderful, so good"

I kept up the stimulation for various more minutes before she again erupted in an uncontrolled orgasm., juice flooding into my mouthpiece as her hip bucked frantically and her thighs clamped around my heading. Again, it took several minutes for her to recover some colour of N and come back down from the senior high school of her orgasm.

Stella called her over to where she was working to keep my tool stimulated and Sandy willingly responded, shuffling down the bed to learn more closely, eyes opened wide.

"oh my god it's huge mom"

"would you like to try this ? To absorb your pa's cock ? Babygirl ?"

"it's not going to fit ”, Sandy blurted out, shocked at the sizing of my cock.

"yes it will, just try it… hold your back talk over your teeth so you don't scratch it and just take the head into your lip for now"

Sandy looked nervous but as her mom held my scape, she urged Sandy's head down pushing my cock to her mouth. Gradually, the school principal of my cock slipped inside and I felt the velvety soupcon of her tongue against my shaft.

"Now take in a little more, realize indisputable your lips are tight around it and suck in on it"

The sight of my stepdaughter taking my cock into her backtalk made me almost blow my warhead right there and then, taking tremendous reserves of self-control to hold back. Meanwhile, Stella used her other hand to stimulate Sandy's pussy again and was soon squelching her fingers in and out of her hole. Sandy moaned deeply making a vibe run through the length of my cock. After a few minute of arc I signaled to Stella that if she didn't stop Sandy I was going to botch my payload in her mouth.

"Do you like your daddy's peter, babygirl ? ”, Stella asked, again in her somewhat calculate way.

"hmm"she uttered with her back talk full.

Frank Stella pulled her back from my cock, a track of saliva and precum glistened between the tip and her lips. Sandy spoke to her again"I can tell you, that your daddy has a Nice sized cock and it's going to feel tremendous inside your purulent"

"Are you ready to try it ?"

"Yes"replied Sandy

"Lay back and let Sandy hunker on top of you honey"… Stella was clearly the manager of this personal porn scene.

I moved up the bed and lay on my back, my school principal resting on a pillow and Sandy followed, squatting over me, facing me and taking her weight on outstretched forearms. Stella grabbed my shaft and lined it up with Sandy's Virgo pussy.

"lower yourself down a bit ”, she instructed Sandy

Sandy lowered her articulatio coxae a little and the tip of my shaft brushed against the lips of her pussy.

"Now push down just a little more, till you feel some resistor"

Sandy duly complied

"Is this going to anguish, mom ?"

"Yes, but only a lilliputian, and only the first time… after that it will feel wonderful"

Sandy stared me in the eyes, her face showed she was still a little scared, but I could tell from her reddened face and protruding mamilla that she was incredibly turned on.

"now pull up just a piddling and push down hard onto your daddy's cock steady"

Sandy lifted her pelvis and dropped down faster, I felt her maidenhead yield and she winced in pain, sliding down further. She managed to get about 4 inch inside her. I held her hips, never taking my optic of hers, holding her in shoes to let her adjust. Sandy's pussy was insanely pissed and she was finding it difficult to accommodate me. As she lifted one more time, my cock almost popped right out. This time she was going to put down and Frank Stella stood behind her and pushed down on her shoulders as I thrust upwards. Sandy screamed as I bottomed out inside her, her pelvic bone pushed tight against me. She stayed there, motionless for almost a instant, rent welled in her eyes.

"Feel it dear, feel how unbelievable being filled feels ”, Stella said, whispering into her ear. I started a gentle rocking apparent movement in my hips, moving my cock around inside her. Sandy making soft guttural sounds of pleasure. Slowly she started to enter, sliding my tool in and out, spearing herself onto it, whimpering, moaning, her physical structure trembling.

As I looked up at my beautiful 16-year-old girl riding my jibe, I could not call in ever having such an incredible belief, her puss so wet, so soft and ardent, gripped my cock like a tightly clenched fist, the lips stretched tightly around the shaft, being pulled and pushed in unison she moved up and down. I felt an orgasm ripple through her consistence, her walls pulsating and then another.

I put my hands up to her shoulder joint and rolled her onto her back, without slipping from her, raising her ankles over my shoulders and started to fuck her. Stella flapped down next to her and started to she-bop. Sandy was lost in a world of sensations, ineffectual to focus, ineffectual to pore, her eyes closed, her back talk open. I couldn't believe how aphrodisiac and adorable she was, laying there beneath me as I fucked her.

"Enjoy your daddy's cock in you baby, enjoy those aesthesis"

"come for him, come on his big thick putz"

Stella was off in her own world, seemingly enjoying watching me fuck our daughter as very much as I was, her hired hand furiously working on her pussy.

Almost simultaneously, female parent and daughter erupted in orgasm, Sandy frantically rocking her drumhead side to side, squirting liberally, spraying my thigh with her succus, her small abdomen pulsing. The way her slit forced my prick to parcel the rippling muscles of her orgasm sent me over the sharpness. I lost all self-will and erupted inside her in what felt like the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

We stayed locked together for several present moment, after-shocks both hitting me and Sandy.

She opened her eye and stared into mine in incredulity that she could have experienced anything so incredible. I collapsed onto her, taking my free weight on my forearms and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back with equal passion. I rolled off her and without speaking, we all cuddled together before at some full stop drifting into an exhausted sleep.

life-time changed that night. The adjacent morning both Frank Philip Stella and I woke first, leaving our raw daughter to sleep in. She deserved it. She emerged around 11am, a hungry teenager in search of food. She was dressed only in a robe and greeted me, not with the usual peck on the cheek, but a full-fledged and very passionate kiss .