Seduced By My Stepmom #1
I Needed It Numbed First
“Stop wriggling around, or I’ll fucking thrash you.”
“Whoa… you aren’t my Mom.”
“Sorry honey… I got carried away… but - oh, nothing.”
She was the woman fucking my asshole Dad, and okay, they were married, but Marjorie was only marginally older than me - five years is nothing when she’s only thirty. I never took her stepmother shit before, and I wasn’t taking it today even though she was helping me out.
“Claire, if I am not completely accurate with this bleach, it will hurt.”
“I can’t help it. My anus is sensitive, and it’s itchy.”
“Do you want it bleached or not?”
“Well… yes.”
“Do you want a guy to lick it without rasping off a few hairs?”
“Yeah. Should we be talking about this, Marjorie?”
“I’m a beautician, honey. I spend hours waxing pussies and bleaching assholes… wait a minute; that would be a glorious name for a beauty parlor.”
“I doubt the municipality would agree.”
“No… that’s true.”
Marjorie was an excellent beautician, but it was my first time having any treatments in my nether regions. My boyfriend enjoyed licking my hairy pussy, but when it came to my anus, it was a no-go unless I waxed and bleached it. I asked my father’s fourth wife to do me at home, and she agreed.
Half an hour ago, Marjorie unceremoniously prised my ass cheeks wide apart while I lay face down on her portable treatment bed. She applied an anesthetic cream to my anal area, numbing everything. Now, it was time to bleach and smoothen my hole and surrounding area using depigmentation laser beams.
Marjorie prised my cheeks apart again and got to work.
“Your anus is pretty, Claire.”
“I guess you’d know.”
“Do you prefer being fucked anally?”
“No… it’s just that… well… when Karl goes down on me, I get carried away and want a full service. I wouldn’t want just a rimming on its own… you know what I mean?”
“I do. I think the laser is better than chemical peels, but I don’t understand why you aren’t getting your pussy waxed too.”
“I don’t know… I worry about being fully naked down there.”
“I get that a lot. I can only say you get better tongue with a shaven haven, honey.”
Marjorie could be crude and quick-witted, which was why she survived my Dad’s temper - she gave as good as she got when they quarreled. I wanted my pussy waxed, but I was terrified of what Karl might think when he saw everything exposed. I also wasn’t sure if my foo-foo was beautiful or ugly unshorn.
When Marjorie finished with my anus, I used her mirrors and liked what I saw.
“The redness will go before tonight, Claire.”
“I like it.”
“Waxed pussies are much more beautiful than a bleached anus honey. Karl will spend half his day on his knees with his head between your legs if you get that heavy rug shorn off.”
“Do you think so?”
“I know so.”
I glanced at my unruly pubic bush in the mirror. It wasn’t unattractive, but Karl did have to claw through my lady jungle somewhat to feast on moist, fattened lips and solid, creamy clitoris. I glanced at Marjorie, feeling increasingly more comfortable with my nakedness.
“What do you suggest, Marjorie?”
“Go with the full works, honey. A Brazilian, Hollywood style.”
“What’s Hollywood style?”
“It’s the most complete intimate waxing. I remove all of your pubic hair as well as your hair growing around your labia, upper thighs, and anus - although that’s already done.”
I stared wistfully in the mirror, deeply aroused by the thoughts of facesitting my boyfriend, feeding him my bald, swollen, sticky hole until I squirted. Marjorie looked over my shoulder, staring at my bush, smiling.
“It’s so cute, Claire, but I find squirting is easier without a bush. Some girls say there is no difference,”
“Wow… you are totally unfiltered, Marjorie.”
“Yes. I find many women miss out on what they might enjoy because they are too afraid to ask.”
“Okay… let’s do this.”
From the moment Marjorie spread my knees wide apart as I lay on my back until she finished waxing my pussy and legs, I became increasingly aroused. She must have noticed my faint tangy scent in the air, because her nose twitched, and she gulped, speckled crimson cheeks on prominent display.
When she was done, Marjorie pointed between my legs and grinned.
“I see you are aroused, Claire.”
“Sorry.”
“Waxing can arouse or cause pain, honey. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I feel ashamed.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I can’t wait to see how much of a difference this makes to how it feels when Karl licks my hole.”
“Is Karl the best tongue you had?”
“He’s the only tongue I’ve ever had.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
While expressing her shock, Marjorie casually touched my knee, suggesting nothing untoward. We were girl-talking, but that might not have been a great idea, given how aroused I was.
“He’s the only one who ever went down on me, Marjorie.”
“Wow.”
“How many have licked yours?”
“At least thirty guys have licked me, maybe twenty girls. I’ve given at least a hundred or more girls my loving attention.”
“What the fuck?”
“Girls were like you, baby. They start as customers. Then, while I’m treating them, they cream up like you, and the next thing they beg me for my tongue. Some, but not all, return the compliment.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“I promise you won’t get a better tongue between those swollen pussy lips than mine, Claire.”
“Oh fuck!”
It was an offer I was desperate to uptake, but every puritanical ounce of my soul screamed for me to get up and run.
But I didn’t.
And Marjorie knew what that meant.
My heart pounded, and I panicked like a bank robber with the police at my front door. My hands felt clammy, pins and needles burning them, and I got close to hyperventilating.
When Marjorie kneeled at the end of the bed, I shuffled my ass cheeks down, positioning my pussy perfectly for her to devour. I was sure a tawdry, sweet teardrop of my shame was about to fall off the wrinkled tip of one trembling lip, but Marjorie’s tongue tip caught it, and I heard her purr.
She rose and stared at me.
“Your father allows me to stray - as I do him.”
“Not with me, though, I am sure.”
“He’s often told me if you want to, I can, but he doesn’t want to know.”
“I see.”
I didn’t really see, nor did I care. Making love to a woman was on my bucket list, and I couldn’t think of anyone better than Marjorie to keep her mouth shut. I’d had tacit approval from Karl that if I ever wanted to try a girl, I could, but if it became a regular thing, he would have to join us, fucking my girlfriend and me.
Of course, I agreed because it would never happen.
Only now, it was happening.
Marjorie sunk back down, and next, I felt her fingers gently clawing my damp pussy lips wide apart. When Marjorie licked my slit, her tongue was perfectly shaped to plow the gap between my swollen lips. She licked slowly and carefully, collecting every sweet drop of my juices. She licked my clitoris, using her tongue tip to move my pink, creamy switch from side to side, teasing blood to engorge my most erogenous, sticky nub.
My nipples engorged to the point they ached, so I rolled them between my index fingers and thumbs, lifting my ass cheeks gently, moaning like a wanton slut as electric jolts slammed through my spine. Marjorie got the memo on my bucket list and licked the ridges around my anal whorl, following the spiral inside me as she clawed the tiny hole open.
She was the first person to get her tongue inside my back passage, and I loved it. While she licked my rectal walls, Marjorie gently thumbed my sticky pink pearl from the underside, expertly popping her out of the protective skin pouch she rested in.
I gasped, groaned, and moaned so far out of control I thought Dad might hear us from the living room, but there were no footsteps on our stairs.
Marjorie licked me well, clenching her lips around the base of my swollen clitoris, pulling and sucking hard like a starving baby on her Mommy’s tit. She understood her cunnilingus art well, thumbing my clitoris while her tongue slipped deep inside my honeyed, sticky hole where she drew out the nectar, seeping copiously.
“Squirt all you like, honey.”
“K… okay.”
I gasped uncontrollably; my stomach fluttered unrestrained, and my muscles tightened to the extent that stinging pain wrought havoc in my flesh, sinews, and joints. I begged for more of Marjorie’s expertise as she slurped her way with a powerful, flattened tongue from my freshly bleached anus between pristine, hair-free labia, licking along my creamy slit to a throbbing clitoris she sucked hard.
“Argh!”
I exploded in an orgasm so all-consuming it depleted the oxygen fueling my muscles in seconds. I gasped, sucked in the air like a whale, and completely let go of myself. Somehow, by the time a powerful jet of my unicorn pee bloated my urethra and squirted, Marjorie puckered her lips, sealed my pee hole, and sucked hard.
Marjorie gulped energetically, swallowing my most disgraceful, sweet, natural, loving liquor like it gave her life, moaning and desperately prising my pussy lips wide. I tried to count to three every time I squirted more slutty Kool-aid, but Marjorie didn’t care, seemingly able to deal with every emergency a girl could have.
I writhed on the bed, twisting and turning, forcing my pussy into my lover’s mouth as she swallowed me whole, rolling her tongue through my soaking slit and flicking my sticky clitoris at the end. I shuddered, reaching my limit, so I sent my hands down to Marjorie’s head and negotiated my surrender.
“Please stop, Marjorie.”
“Okay, honey.”
She stood up while I trembled uncontrollably until my orgasm was utterly wrung out of my body. I gazed at Marjorie while she smiled and took my hand.
“That was amazing, Marjorie. Easily the best.”
“Don’t blame your honey. Girls do girls better than boys do us. It’s just a thing. If guys were inclined to suck each other’s dicks as buddies, they probably wouldn’t need us anymore.”
“That’s so fucking crazy but true.”
I laughed so loud that I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was my father, so Marjorie put a finger on her lips to keep me quiet. Then, she pointed at the door, indicating she would deal with my Dad.
“We should become closer, Claire. I have a lot of love for you.”
“We can be, but I promised Karl I would only do this once without him, and it’s on my bucket list, so you are decades early.”
“I don’t mind your guy fucking me while I lick you, honey - bring it on.”
“Wow… okay then.”
Next Chapter:
I’m sure you know how many of my buttons you pushed with that story Kate, and it is an excellent lesson in the art of cunnilingus for anyone who wants to learn. A lovely Saturday treat. Thank you.
When I was a young man of 16 and lifeguards on our local beach I met an older woman of 37 years old who was divorced and had her own home right on the beach. On my day off I was asked to clear some long grass around the house, not at all the reason for the invitation. Our relationship became physical as if in a teenager's dream and I didn't look back. The most important thing she taught me was sex is really okay to talk about if you want it to be good. As a horny kid I couldn't have agreed more. She was a widow who was very open minded and for whatever reason took an interest in me. Within two weeks we were deep into a physical relationship much to my delight which was followed by her distance with explanations. She took the time to back it off and talk with me so I didn't fall too far in an awkward social situation, (also illegal, I learned later). It worked and she taught me the finer points of satisfying a woman. That was a magic summer which ended when her deceased husband's family sold the beach house and she returned to her home town in Canada. Brought back a lot of memories, thanks, Kate.