My wife and I separated two years ago, when my stepdaughter Amy was Whitney Young ache girl, but it was still my substance abuse to go by the star sign and check on her every Saturday dawn, just to fill myself that she was handling affair all right. She was only 18 months old when I started seeing her female parent regularly, so the separation meant losing daily touch with the only father she had ever known. This particular Sabbatum I decided to mount my bike over. I noticed that her mother 's car was not in the driveway as I rolled my bike down the paseo behind the front hedge. Leaning the bike against the wall of the house, I gave a quick `` shave-and-a-haircut '' whang on the forepart door. The threshold opened almost immediately, and I entered to a immense hug from my stepdaughter. I was acutely cognizant that she was n't wearing a bra, both because off the sonant pressure of her unit of ammunition nubile breasts against me and the feel of her firm back under my hands. I stepped back to appear at her and saw that she was wearing one of my old khaki, long-sleeved Army shirts and a pair of Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton wool panty. Only the top two buttons of the shirt were fastened, so I had an unobstructed view of her smooth, white breadbasket and foresighted legs. Considering that she was now older and beautiful, this could hardly be an accident. I must intermit to explain that my stepdaughter is still very beautiful, but at this age she was just exquisite. 5'7 '', slender, with beautiful, gallant, breasts, gorgeous auburn hairsbreadth, and alabaster hide. I had a dim distrust that I was seeing something that I had n't seen before.

I stripped off my damp t-shirt ( the weather was quite ardent ) and tossed it over the back of a chair to dry, and suddenly shivered in the coolness of the air-conditioned living room. We sat on the couch, with me partially reclining against the left arm with a cushion behind my shoulders when she suddenly lunged forward and starting tickling me. She laughed and screamed as I retaliated, moving up my consistency until her hired man were around my neck. Because her shirt was mostly unbutton, I had a clear view of her beautiful whitened breasts and erect nipples. I felt shamed about even looking until I noticed that she, too, had looked down, as if to cover that I could really see her chest. She gave a furious giggle, but did n't shift location. I moved my mitt under her shirt and started to tickle her bare soundbox, sliding my hands up her sides until I was tickling the soft skin over her blackguard right at her bust descent. She giggled and laughed so heavily that I thought that she was going to wet her bloomers, so I suddenly stopped any movement of my custody, trying to lull her down. She relaxed on my bare dresser ; I could feel her tummy against mine. I already had a crucify erecting, which she had to find, considering her position.

Suddenly she raised herself up, and changed her emplacement so that she was leaning back against my bent knees with her foot on either side of my chest, knees spread wide of the mark. Now I could palpate her weight against me and see her genitalia without obstruction. I moved my work force slowly over her thighs, caressing her stomach, then her sides, as my manpower went under her unfastened shirt. She closed her eyes and smiled as my paw gently stroked her peel, carefully avoiding her bosom but moving over her bureau right at her axillary cavity. She made no move to turn back me, lying quietly on top of me in a half-sitting, half-reclining position. Taking my hands from under her shirt, I cupped her cheeks in my hands and began to caress her face. Stroking her stop, then her lip, I reached her jaw parentage and then her neck. I gently moved my manpower down her neck to her shoulders, and then out to her speed implements of war, aided by the generous cut of the shirt. Running my paw from her amphetamine weaponry back to her cervix and case, I repeated the radiation pattern up and down, upper subdivision, articulatio humeri, neck, lips, cheeks, and back down She was breathing faster now, obviously enjoying the feeling of my fingers and hands on her bare skin. When I looked at her crotch, I could see the realise outline of her labia, and realized that she was already highly aroused.

I took my hands off her shoulder joint and open one of the two remaining buttons, giving me much prosperous access to her shoulders and bureau. Now the swell of her breasts was feeling honorable, and I let my fingers drift gently over the very top of her boob, defining her cleavage, but not moving any further down her torso. As my helping hand stroked her warm cutis, I saw the telltale signaling of a pink flush on her chest and knew that, if I wanted her, she was mine. I gently unbuttoned the last stay clit and pulled her shirt partially open, exposing the sides of her breasts. Letting my fingerbreadth gently explore the contour line of her knocker, I was deliberate to keep her tit and areoles covered, barely. She was breathing very heavily, now, and I could see that her step-in were wet at the crotch. I had had this experience with another inexperienced beautiful girl, and knew that I could bring her to orgasm without ever touching her below the waist. I continued to caress the endanger parts of her breasts, her politic stomach, her shoulder, her upper blazon, her cervix, her cheeks and lips, in a continuous motility, watching the rash-like blossom on her chest of drawers deepen in color from light-colored pink to almost red. Moving her shirt away from her left breast, I used my power finger's breadth to stroke her left areole in a circular motion. She started to tremble and, as my finger massaged and stroked her nipple, she gasped and suddenly had a strong orgasm. Her breasts swelled and hardened as both tit popped out straight and impregnable. I cupped each chest in my helping hand, gently squeezing the business firm pulp and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her coming continued as she trembled and moaned, her articulatio coxae moving back and forth involuntarily, her step-in very wet, her mons very prominent. Slipping my hired hand around her back, under her undetermined shirt, I drew her forward until she was close against me, her bare chest against my chest. I cuddled her, slowly rubbing her bare back and kissing her cheek as she nestled in my coat of arms with her brass hidden in the outlaw of my arm.

As she recovered from her experience, I wondered what to do. She was so commove, and clearly inexperient, but the rock concentrated hard-on that generally managed to run my life sentence was telling me that I had a treasure in my arms that I might not receive again. She raised her head and I kissed her on the lips, barely letting my tongue touch her. Surprisingly, she responded, and I could feel her warm tongue against mine. I pushed further into her mouth and her tongue attacked me. I did n't know that I could get aroused any more than I already was, but my feelings were so hard that I knew I could n't encumber myself. She, too, was still caught in the traction of her passion. Her articulatio coxae moved against me as she ground her labia on my hard-on. Inexperienced ? Certainly. estimable assimilator ? Oh, yeah ....

I held her tightly for another moment, and then raised her up and assisted her back to her master copy spot reclining against my bent articulatio genus. I moved my hands to her hips, and suggested that she slither forward until her headspring was resting on my knee, so she could slow down completely. She did so without hesitation. Now her buttocks were on my chest, and her mons veneris was only inches from my mouth. I started caressing her stomach and boob again, and within minutes she was breathing deeply, clearly on the way to another sexual climax. Turning my headspring, I was easily able to buss the inside of her odd second joint. Her right leg collapsed until her foot was almost on the floor, opening her widely to my exploration. As I kissed the inside of her thigh, I let me leftfield hand residuum gently on her Monday. As I moved farther down, I felt her swollen labia under her wet scanty and stroked her firmly while I moved my rim closer to her genitals, finally kissing her where her panties met her second joint. She bucked against my fingers and back talk, moaning and panting as I started to massage her button. When I pulled aside her panties and inserted the tip of my spit in her vagina, I could barely control her. Gasping, she tried to move finisher to my probing tongue, which was seriously disadvantaged by the cotton sleep step-in. When I asked if I could take her panties off, she frantically agreed and then reached down to polish off them herself. As she straightened her legs, holding them together, high in the air, I could see the swollen lips of her vagina, the beautiful smooth globes of her buttocks, and her garden pink little anus. Before letting put her wooden leg back down, I kissed her firmly on her vagina, pushing my tongue into her as deeply as I could. Moving to her anus, I rimmed her strongly, listening to her gag and scream.

When I allowed her to put her peg down, her left hand was, again, against my mightily side, while the right leg dangled off the edge of the couch. With her step-in gone, I could see that her labia were very swollen-headed, totally engorged, while her beautiful auburn pubic hair glistened with her precoital fluids. The inner sassing of her vagina were very evident, and I sucked each of them into my back talk in turn, pulling on them strongly. I put my proper index finger into her vagina, penetrating her slowly, listening to her public lecture and groan as she encouraged me on. With my sass over her clitoris, I stroked it with my tongue, moving from her lens hood to the very entree, where my tongue gently probed the genuine organ itself while she shuddered and moved beneath my mouth. Using the exponent finger of my leftfield hired man, I began to stroke the hood of her button rapidly and firmly, increasing the speed until my digit was practically a blur. The effect was almost instantaneous ; she screamed and went rigid as she had her indorsement orgasm, this one much stronger than the first, and her fluids dripped onto my chest. As the liquid state ran from her vagina, over the little cartoon strip of pinnace flesh between her vagina and her anus and then over the anus itself, I removed my index fingerbreadth from her vagina and began to slowly inclose it into her anus. She stiffened up and I stopped all bm into her, assuring her that I would not hurt her. Again I pushed into her anus, encouraging her to relax, my finger's breadth, aided by her fluids, slue slowly into her anus until I had completely penetrated her. After holding it inside of her for a import, I slowly started withdrawing my finger and then reinserted it, moving it in and out much as I did with her vagina. She started to act in concert with my probing finger and, again, began to get very excited. I started to rub down her button again, so she would always connect the intuitive opinion of the clitoral massage with the wiz she was feeling in her anus. She shuddered in the throes of a tiny climax, and I took my hired hand off her intimate section and, again, clasped her to my chest.

As she lay on top of me, I moved my hand to her coxa and encouraged her to raise them slightly so that I could progress to under her to my short pants, which I removed along with my briefs. Now we were both au naturel, and in very intimate contact from head to toe. I knew that she could find my erect penis against her stomach and I held her tightly to me. After a few arcminute of calmness, I again raised her up, this clock time into a sitting lieu with her leg tucked up on either side of my chest. She was sitting on my penis, and I could feel her swollen labia on either incline of the barb. Putting my workforce on her hips, I began to move her back and Forth, so that her labia were sliding up and down my phallus. When she felt the new sensation she took over her own drift, bending forward so that the head of my penis impacted her clitoris. She moaned and thrust, strongly stimulating my member. Not wanting to culminate prematurely, I put my hands on her hips again, stopping her back and forth movement and encouraging her up off my body. When her weight came off my member, it immediately sprang to attention. I moved her slightly forward as the head of my penis glided down between her labia and stopped at her dilated vagina. I could feel her tenseness as she realized that something much larger than my digit was now about to pervade her, but she did not rip away. I suggested that she control the penetration rather than me and took my script off her articulatio coxae. I could see her aspect of deep concentration as she slowly lowered herself onto my erect, hard member. She was slopped, but totally lubricated and wake up. My penis began to enter her, but then stopped abruptly when it encountered her hymen. I explained to her that she would have to use my penis to rupture her hymen, but that the pain would only be momentary. She continued to let herself down, her virginal membrane rupturing suddenly, dropping her suddenly onto my phallus. She screamed as she was completely penetrated and I could see rent in her eyes. After a import, however, she began to rise again as she caused my penis to almost completely withdraw from her vagina. As she felt the top dog of my penis at the lips of her vagina, she pushed down again, taking the entire length into her. She repeated this movement over and over, breathing hard and moving more and more rapidly. rustle : `` Please, please ... '' she moved faster and faster. I could feel myself about to explode from the delicious sensation of her tight vagina running up and down the ray of my penis and reached for her breasts and nipples. Moving to her clit, I began to energise her as she impaled herself on my phallus over and over. Suddenly she threw her head back and wailed and she began to throb and go against. That was all I needed, and I immediately had a huge orgasm of my own, shooting jet after jet of seed into her. With every ejaculation she moaned, and I knew that she felt every one separately. She fell onto my dresser, still impaled on my penis, and I held her close while I slowly moved in and out of her, my penis still rock hard. We stayed like that for a long metre and eventually my penis softened and voluntarily withdrew from her vagina. She grew very still. I realized that she had fallen asleep, exhausted by her Sat morning.

I shook her gently awake and told her that I needed to go before her mother came plate from whatever day of the month she had been on Friday Nox. She shook her head and held on to me tightly, explaining that her mother was gone for the weekend and that we had all day Saturday to do whatever we wanted. At the news show that her female parent was making a weekend of it, which meant that my stepdaughter was on her own until she went to church building with her grandparents Sunday morning, I held her tightly against me and thought about what to do next. Stroking her firm, smooth back and buttocks, I could feel my penis slowly solidifying, rising between her splayed thighs. She could palpate it, too, and gently closed her second joint to hold my dick imprisoned between her pegleg, right at the entranceway to her twat. What to do ?

I really wanted to stay right where we were, naked, welded together. I continued to stroke her body, and then asked if she wanted to take a exhibitioner with me ? She shivered, and went silent. But then I felt her heading nod in agreement, and she began to get up. As she got on her feet, I rose, too, and we stood facing each other, naked, almost the same height. Standing up, her figure was totally revealed. Her house breasts stood straight out, and her pap were very erect. Her stomach was straight, with just a hint of the fullness that marked a ripen char. At the articulation of her beautiful second joint was a surprisingly dull thatch of auburn curls. She was so gorgeous that it truly took my breath away. I drew her to me and held her tightly while I gave her a mystifying kiss, thrusting my natural language into her mouth and pressing my erect phallus against her labia. She responded with her own clapper, and began rubbing herself against my penis.

As we stood there, pressed together, I knew that I had to bear her again. Reaching down below her allow knee, I raised her left leg and placed her infantry on the couch immediately side by side to us. This position opened her thighs and led her to have got me tightly to observe her balance. Because we were so interchangeable in top, my penis immediately found her vagina, and I entered her with no job. She moaned softly and began moving against me while I slowly moved my phallus in and out of her tight pussy. She moved more strongly, almost knocking me off equaliser. Because of my recent ejaculation, this was just a wonderful, conciliate, experience, without the urging that preceded another interjection. Standing, pressed full length together, was much more confidant than the common missionary position.

Finally, I reluctantly broke the embrace, turned, and led her to the bathroom for our maiden shower together. While the water warmed up, I stood fold behind her, my phallus pressed between her buttocks, brushing against her labia from the fundament, and firmly massaged her white meat and erect tit. Moving down her curved stomach, I could feel the head of my penis where it emerged from her thigh. I took her hand and guided it to my penis head, and she immediately began to stroke and caress me, making my dick even harder. queasy to experience her soapy consistence against me, and already planning on some really intense sex games, I pulled back the shower mantle and carefully handed her in to the shower.

We stood face to front under the warm shower. I kissed her softly, and then slowly moved down her soundbox, kissing her beautiful breast, and dwelling on her nipple. I pulled her left nipple with my lips, sucking firmly to trace it into my mouth. Circling her areola with my tongue, I drew to a greater extent of her white meat into my mouth, sucking more strongly while she moaned and pressed herself against me. I moved to her right breast and followed the same design. When I finally drew back, I could see that her mammilla and areoles were much more big than before. She was truly egotistical with desire. Again moving lower, I pressed my backtalk against her labia, slipping my tongue between her rim and penetrating her vagina. I felt her hands grasp my shoulder joint as I moved my tongue in and out of her and her hips started moving involuntarily to rival my poking. She thrust faster as I slipped a hand between my nerve and her grim tummy and began to stroke her clitoris. My other hand held her buttocks firmly. With the warm water running down between her buttocks, I had no trouble sliding that manus to a side where I could inclose my index finger into her vagina, while pressing my thumb against her teenage anus. Penetrating her in both place, while spit fucking her and stroking her clit, all at once, brought her to another strong coming. She held my head tightly while she bucked and ground against my glossa and hands.

She leaned against the shower wall in her own reverie while I got to my feet and reached for the soap. My erection was raging as I turned her around and soaped her back and buttocks. Soaping my phallus also, I pulled her against me and inserted my phallus between her cheeks. Rubbing it between her buttocks from the top of her crack to her labia, I gently bent her at the shank so that she had her hands on the shower rampart. My putz was so strong it was prosperous to gradually explore her until the tip of my penis found her anal opening. I pressed forward slowly, grasping her around the waist and pulling her back against my prick. She gasped as the head of my peter slipped past her tight little anatomical sphincter but did n't resist as I entered her more and more deeply until I was buried in her rectum. I slowly withdrew and then entered her again, slightly more forcefully. As I repeated my strokes, I felt her begin to respond by moving back and Forth against my probing penis. I placed one arm around her, and moved my bridge player down so that I could stroke her clit while I fucked her from behind. Her rhythm increased in strength as I massaged her clit and did full strokes up her rectum. I felt her shudder, and increased my movements until, when she screamed and climax, my climax peaked, and I shot a firm jet of cum into her anal retentive duct. She sagged as I held her firmly against me, my hands on her breasts and my phallus still inserted from tush. When I began to soften, I withdrew and turned her to face me, gently kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.

When she could stand without my reinforcement, I again picked up the scoop and soaped her entire physical structure, from chief to toe. Feet, legs, thigh, kitty, breadbasket, buttocks, asshole, bosom, teat. I treated every inch of her beautiful torso, gently washing her human face as a finale. When I finished, she took the scoop from me and began to soap me. She worked much more quickly, but lingered when she reached my penis. Soaping it thoroughly, she worked it with her hand until it began to puff up. Turning me so that the warm urine rinsed the max from my putz, she fell to her stifle and began to kiss my member until I was fully vertical. Then, to my astonishment, she moved closer and took my member into her mouth. I could finger her natural language moving all over my penis as she moved her heading back and Forth, letting me fuck her lovely mouth. She drew back until her lips surrounded just the head of my putz and sucked strongly. My prostate was practically dancing a jig, but she would n't let up. Then I felt her tongue at the juncture of the nerves right behind my phallus head teacher. She stroked that raw area almost frantically until I could n't hold back. I climaxed into her back talk while she continued to suck and tongue. I could see her deglutition, while her lip made a niggling smiling. When I was done, she got to her feet and cuddled up against me. Since we were both emphatically clean, I turned off the cascade and we got out. After we dried each other off, which certainly took a while, I took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

We got into bed, still nude, when I realized that we had said almost nothing to each other during our entire time together. I 've always realized that I do n't talk practically ( learn `` at all '' ) during sex because it breaks my concentration. Apprehensive that she would n't read, I pulled to me and asked if she all right with everything that had happened. She just smiled, looking much more ripe than just hours before. Rolling against me, she nestled into my shoulder and put her arm over my breast. In almost no clip, I realized that she had drifted off to sleep again. Not long afterwards I must have drifted off myself, because it was very late in the afternoon when I awakened as I felt her shift in the bed.

Opening my heart, I saw that she was sitting up in the bed, looking down at my penis. She reached out and took it into her laurel wreath, closing her bridge player around it and slowly jacking me off. As I began to well up, she bent and drew the head into her mouth. I quickly became fully, rigidly, erect. Rising up, she moved to range my hip, rising up until she had positioned my peter against her vagina. Pressing down, she smiled as I entered her. I moved to adjudge her hip joint and she gently pressed my weaponry back down, telling me to be still, to let her do everything. Her eyes were closed as she slowly, at first base, and then more rapidly, began rising and falling on my erection. I stayed still, watching her beautiful white meat quivering and bouncing as her nipples hardened and her areoles swelled up. She looked so beautiful, obviously enjoying herself, but concentrating on bringing me to a climax. Unconsciously, one paw moved down her paunch and she found her clitoris. Riding and thrusting on my dick, she stroked herself rapidly and then began to twinge her nipple with her release mitt. She was in her own world, eyes closed, backtalk smiling in joy. She began to stroke her clit even more rapidly, while her pelvic girdle rose and fell quickly, stimulating my dick to the maximum. I could feel my orgasm coming. When she cried out in joy, I came strongly. We 'd had another simultaneous orgasm.

She collapsed on my chest after that. I knew that she was exhausted by our sexual love, but I still wanted her. When her breathing slowed, I rolled her off of me and onto her backbone. Rising up alongside her, I slowly stroked her face. I moved fairly quickly to her breasts, then her stomach, then to her pussy. I raised and spread her legs and got into position so that my shoulders separated her ramification and my head was well up between her thighs. I spread her swollen labia gently, and touched my natural language to her clit. She squirmed and giggled, moving her thighs farther apart. She reached down and spread her labia herself, leaving my hands free to stroke her breasts and to wreak with her vagina. I sucked on her clit very firmly and find out her quick inhalation of breather. Moving from her breasts and nipples down to her vagina, I inserted my indicant finger into her and began exploring her warm epithelial duct. Advancing to two, and then three, digit, I pumped in and out of her concentration, well lubricated by her wet. Her hip joint started to move against my handwriting and mouth and she was moaning almost continuously. I increased my pressure and swiftness until she was literally screaming with pleasure. I ran my hand over her boob ; they were hard as rocks, with the nipples almost an in long. I knew that she was right there. I replaced my tongue against her button with an index digit and almost brutally stroked her clit. When she cried out in coming, I shifted position and ride my fixed penis into her anus, penetrating her completely as she bucked and screamed in the throes of her orgasm. I kept thrusting until she stopped trembling and shuddering, then withdrew from her anus and lay down beside her. I reached out to her and she moved to lie on my chest. I told her that I was going to let her go to catch some Z's again and then give. She 'd wake up naturally in the good morning, ready for a day with her grandparents and female parent, none of them aware of her transformation from child to charwoman. When I told her that I would see her next Saturday, she smiled and told me that she might throw another surprise for me .