Continued from Chapter One
I slid my French knickers down because going any further took me beyond a sense of vulnerability, creating a situation whereby Keith had to know pretty much how I'd answered my questionnaire. Unless pony play and butt plugs were part of a regular curriculum, my step-dad must have some sexual or romantic design on me or he wouldn't be so enthused about fitting me.
"What if he thinks me a slut, Trixy?"
"If you're a virgin, how could he think that?"
"Because I've been staying out late, getting drunk and hanging around with assholes. When he and mom referred to me as a slut, I let it pass."
"You'll be undergoing an examination by our doctor. He'll be able to approximate your purity. The tests aren't very reliable, but I'm sure Mr. Rodgers will know the truth when you are both in that examination room together."
"Are you sure Trixy?"
"I'm sure you're being truthful with me right now. Sincerity and truth is written all over your face."
"How do you know?"
"I've been around girls long enough to know you are one who rarely apologizes and doesn't need to lie. You came clean about needing this bootcamp when it was proposed."
"That's true. I know I'm off the rails."
"Do you lie often?"
I thought about her question for a moment while a thin rivulet of my shame dribbled down the right thigh, twirling around the back of my knee, finding the easiest route down my leg. I knew my poor attitude didn't extend to lying and Trixy had nailed me pretty well.
"I don't lie often, but when I do, it's usually to benefit someone else or prevent an upset."
"Okay, you see... I'm sure Mr. Rodgers also knows that about you. He's raised you and that gives him insight."
"Why do you call him Mr. Rodgers and me Hannah?"
"Can you keep a secret, Hannah?"
"Not if it might harm my dad, otherwise, yes."
"This won't harm him... well, not much anyway. You see... here at Fanbury we have a strict rule that each step-daughter must have only one dominant or be the dominant themselves. That means you or Mr. Rodgers must be the dominant. In your case, I'm fairly sure it's him. You are the submissive and he'll handle any disciplinary action over you."
"Okay, that still doesn't explain why you call him Mr. Rodgers."
"If it becomes necessary, I'm his dominant."
"Oh, I see. So if dad steps out of line-."
"I'll thrash him... yes. Doing that might be awkward if I were on first-name terms with your step-father. I trust you'll say nothing about this. I can't abide when some subs deliberately step out of line to get some spanking action."
"Does that happen often?"
"Too often. Now... are you ready for your plug fitting, dear?"
"Yes."
"Try to behave demure without losing the character that makes you interesting."
"You find me interesting?"
"Oh yes, my dear. Especially now I understand you better."
"How did you figure me out? Was it the questionnaire?"
"Well, yes. That, observing you and the pussy leakage currently dribbling down your calf muscle."
She raised an eyebrow, smiled lasciviously and stooped down, pressing a finger hard against my leg right where the shameful trail ended. My head exploded in a drunken lust when Trixy slid her digit all the way up my leg, gently parting my swollen labia before swirling her digit inside.
"Be a good girl, Hannah and lick my finger clean."
I caught a whiff of the aromatics of love on the end of her cream laden digit. Her beauty, poise, and presence mesmerized me, and I wanted to be a good girl for her. When I tasted my first ever sliver of pussy juice, something blew open inside me. A sense of joy and freedom hit me like a light warm sirocco wind shimmering over my body on a cooling desert evening.
"That was your first time tasting lady cream, right?"
"Yes Trixy."
"Do you enjoy pussy?"
"Very much."
"Just wait until the first time you peel back Mr. Rodgers foreskin and his love aroma hits you."
"How do you know my step-dad has a foreskin, Trixy?"
"You both had different questions to answer, giving me the insights I needed to help, Hannah. Now... less chatter and more butt plug measuring. Let's go back to the others young lady."
When I walked back into our apartment living room, my step-dad’s eyes went straight to mine before he glanced down at my ass. It was the first time I'd ever caught him checking me out sexually and it made me glisten like the stars on a clear night.
I knew Keith was excited because his delight was mixed with a slight desperation in the sleazy expression he briefly shot me. The atmosphere in our living room felt electrified and as though a monumental moment in my life had arrived. When I got close to him, dad slipped his trembling hand in mine and I stared up, locking eyes for a moment, surprised by how affected he was.
"You'll have to bend over the sofa, Hannah."
"I know dad."
"Are you sure this is the right thing for you?"
"Yes, for sure it is. I feel that it's lifting me up already. I feel calmer."
Trixy stepped in and took my hand, leading me over to the sofa. Her gaze was warm and comforting and her hands felt gentle as she bent me forwards, pushing my back while holding my midriff steady.
"Spread your legs a little more please, Hannah. Ease of access for Mr. Rodgers is crucial."
"Yes, miss."
"You see how quickly you learn? You're such a good girl when managed correctly."
"I really am becoming better."
"Okay. Mr. Rodgers, Hannah. This is a standard procedure designed to welcome the submissive side of a step-daughter to the curriculum. It means nothing in terms of the answers you gave. Every daughter and her step-parent must do this, so please, no titillation or exploration beyond simply fitting the anal device."
Fuck... I thought, well... okay, let's see.
After a slight knock to my confidence, I felt happier when dad's eyes confirmed that this wasn't about guardianship for him. My arousal was easily detected, and I suddenly felt in a much weakened position, imagining Keith could easily figure out my answers from a simple whiff, whereas Trixy had just provided him a hiding place from his feelings about me, if he even had any.
My emotions were on a roller coaster ride. One minute I soared like a bird free from convention and the next, I felt forlorn and somewhat helpless but still very aroused. A feeling of decadence and sexual pride shimmered through my body, causing me to shiver uncontrollably and pose in the most tawdry way like I wanted to be defiled over the sofa.
"You must expose the girl properly, Mr. Rodgers. Lift Hannah's skirt with the dignity she deserves."
"Umm... okay."
The way he lifted my skirt up and tucked it into the waistband was probably the most erotic feeling I'd had to that point in my life. Masturbation was great to scratch a hard itch after a day in class ogling the boys and girls that caught my fancy, but this was different. Tiny taboo embers deep inside my soul were fanned into flames and their heat rose through my body quickly.
"Use the lubricant sparingly, Mr. Rodgers because it makes most girls feel quite messy inside their back passage. We need a good, snug fit around the steel plug so that when Hannah has chores around the apartment, the neck doesn't slip past her sphincter and fall unexpectedly."
"Do you have any tips, Trixy?"
"You should kneel and take a really good look at how tight her whorl is before you fit her. I'd recommend fingering the girl to check for sizing."
When Keith's fingers plied my ass cheeks wide apart and he kneeled behind me at Trixy's command, his face must have been inches from my puckered hole. I was desperate to push back and see if his tongue would take the bait and lick, but some remaining modesty and a few inhibitions still guided me, so I refrained from begging my step-dad to rim me.
"What do you see?"
"A very beautiful, silky smooth ass with a tiny pink hole begging to be licked."
"Would you like to lick her?"
"Oh god, yes."
"As I already said, that's not allowed. You may use saliva and your finger to lubricate the girl as long as she agrees."
"Okay... umm, Hannah?"
"Your saliva is fine by me, Keith."
The nurse and Trixy moved closer, and each gripped an ass cheek, prising me wide open to free up my step-dad's hands. He chuckled, and I did too because I was sure he never imagined our day ending like this when arguing with mom this morning.
Oh mom.
I was lost in a tsunami of emotions that had built up over years of wanting my step-dad. If Trixy and the nurse weren't there, I would beg him to lick my asshole, then fuck me over the sofa. I desperately wanted him to know I was a maiden and in no way the slut he considered me. Amid those confusing feelings, I watched Keith load plenty of saliva onto his forefinger before rubbing in a circular motion around the ridges of my anal spangle.
I jerked forwards, electrified and excited by my first sexual stimulus from another. My anal sphincter was about to be invaded by the man I loved. His face was so close to both my holes that there was no way the lady cream dribbling down my thighs could go unnoticed.
I knew instantly that he needed to push harder to puncture my anal seal and get inside me when his finger pressed against my pink anal trampoline. I enjoyed his digit bouncing back and forth from the pressure of a future fuck hole that had only previously enjoyed one way traffic.
"Harder please Mr. Rodgers. Don't treat the girl with too much trepidation. One day for sure, some lucky man will get to pound that tight hole, so you might as well open it up nice and wide now."
"Umm, right then... is everything okay for you Hannah?"
"Yes Keith, please go ahead like Trixy says. Push harder and break my seal."
He pressed my puckered hole much harder, and I felt it pop as his finger broke the surface tension and sunk inside. I gasped, then whimpered, doing a tiny shimmy as I countered the slight pain that eased quickly, replaced by intense pleasure. I felt my back passage clenching hard on my step-dads finger.
"She's squeezing my finger tightly."
"Oh, Hannah is such a delightful tease. Is that nice for you both?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Mr. Rodgers, please go no further than your first knuckle for today."
"Understood."
We both chuckled when answering together and I felt more confident. I doubted my step-dad could finger my asshole while getting drunk on the fumes of my arousal if he had no feelings for me.
"Try to rub the soft warm walls inside her back passage, Mr. Rodgers. Then remove your finger, load it up with more lubricant and keep easing it inside Hannah until she feels slippery and your finger can ride in and out of the hole smoothly."
"Am I crossing the boundary Trixy?"
"The one we discussed earlier in private, Mr. Rodgers?"
"Yes."
"No, you are not. Hannah has consented to this as part of a process to profess and enjoy her submission. You are simply applying the solution."
"Okay."
Her comment disregarded my feelings about the most sensual experience of my life, driving my emotional roller coaster. I wanted my step-dad to finger bang my asshole for his pleasure, not mine. I felt a little angry and somewhat exposed.
"Can we hurry please, Keith?"
"Of course, Hannah. I'm sorry."
Trixy nodded at my dad and he withdrew his finger, licked it, then slid the slippery digit back inside my anus. He repeated the process, never pushing past his first knuckle. I relaxed my sphincter, enjoying the sensation of being fucked in my back passage. A nerve cluster just inside my rectum was being stimulated, and ripples of sheer ecstasy sparkled through me as I shuddered for all to see.
"I think she's ready for the plug. Which one do you think fits best, Mr. Rodgers?"
I couldn't see the plug size Keith pointed to, but Trixy agreed his choice with a nod and smile, so he plucked it out of the beautiful walnut wood case and held the circular base, tapered steel plug close to my asshole.
"Maybe I should use lube, because my saliva will dry out quickly inside Hannah."
"Well done, Mr. Rodgers. I recommend silicon based because it will last longest inside Hannah's back passage and I always find it's the most comfortable."
I turned my head out of curiosity and almost died from delicious shame when Keith slathered a healthy coating of silicon lube on my plug while smiling lasciviously at me.
That's definitely desire I can see in his eyes.
When he inserted my anal plug, I was surprised at how easily it slid inside me and by the comfortable feeling of fullness and stimulation it provided. The stainless steel sphincter spreader felt cold for a minute and had me gasping for breath as my pussy lips engorged, desperate to be fingered and yes... finally, I was ready to be fucked by my step-dad.
"How does that feel Hannah?"
"Perfect dad."
"Not too big, or small?"
"No."
Trixy offered me a hand to stand up and some words of advice.
"Keep gripping the neck of the butt plug gently, using every muscle inside your back passage and around the sphincter. Mr. Rodgers has used our smallest size on you. Its insertable length is 2.5 inches with a diameter of 1.1 inches. It's a perfect training butt plug for you in terms of discipline and facilitating future anal sex."
"Future anal sex?"
"It's always best to train the back passage for a large cock, Hannah. You never know what you'll get."
Trixy unintentionally glanced at my dad's crotch with a knowing smile that told me she knew his cock size.
"Can I walk around with it inside me, please?"
"Of course."
I strode confidently around the living room several times while dad stayed on his knees entranced by me. With my skirt down, he couldn't see the plug and that seemed to make him more aroused. I caught him staring at my legs in exactly the way I needed.
"Do you feel powerful, Hannah?"
"Yes Trixy, like I own this room and everyone in it."
"Come back here and let your step-dad fit the beautiful red ponytail."
I almost trotted over, more enthusiastically than I wanted to seem but the need to please Keith warmed my heart constantly. Without realizing it, I stopped so abruptly and close to him that he needed to place both hands on my waist, steadying me.
"Whoa there, how do you feel, Hannah?"
"Really contented."
"Will you turn and bend over for me again so I can screw the tail in?"
"Of course, dad, anything for you."
He glanced at me, and I think his surprise was reflected by mine. We both stared at Trixy, who smiled and shrugged with an I told you so expression painted on her smug face.
"Remedy, reconcile or restructure. I'll confess it doesn't usually happen so quickly. But I'm glad you both are getting along well. Is it like this when Mrs. Rodgers is around, Hannah?"
"No, it isn't the same at all. We argue a great deal. I don't understand what's happening here, Trixy."
"Don't overthink it, girl. You two are in for a great month of fun and frolicking. Let's get this tail screwed on and then you can wear your new school uniform and head down for examination."
When my step-dad screwed the tail into my butt plug, it felt exquisitely horny and I wanted him to fuck me right there in front of as many witnesses as possible. I craved Keith's cock in my mouth and couldn't help staring at his crotch, enjoying a bulge I'd only noticed once before when I wore a bikini.
I dressed quickly in the standard school uniform, refusing Agent Provocateur panties that might hide my tail. I loved it when the gorgeous, perfectly groomed scarlet red horsehair plume draped a couple of inches below my short school skirt like a decadent signpost to my pleasure holes.
Once I'd admired myself in the mirror, swishing this way and that, I wiped excess arousal from my labia using a wipe Trixy passed me.
"Present yourself to your master."
"Okay. How do I look, Trixy?"
"If you don't leave here now, I might ride you myself. Oh... Hannah, you can only use that plug for thirty minutes each day for the first week, okay?"
"What time of the day do you suggest?"
"It's your choice. Some girls love others to see their pride openly, others enjoy private play in the evening with their guardian."
"Does mine love me Trixy?"
"I can't answer that, my dear. Perhaps you'll discover the truth during or after your examination."
"You know my answers though, and his too?"
"Yes. If you tell Mr. Rodgers that you're in love with him or he does that to you, both must report the matter to me before acting on it. A kiss and grope is fine, but more than that is not acceptable."
"Okay. Does anyone else tell you this whole process is very weird?"
"Of course. Right up until they get what they came for. After that, everyone sees the wisdom in our teaching methods."
When I strode back into our living room, Keith was obviously taken aback, tracking my tail as it flicked suggestively from the back of my thighs, lifting the skirt slightly with each step.
"Off you go then. Follow the red wall arrows to medical. Oh, and... for later, if you feel naughty, the butt plug has a vibrate function you can activate by twisting the tail a half turn after you think it's tightened as far as it can go."
We practically skipped down the hall hand in hand, giggling like two kids. Keith seemed refreshed and alive, and much happier than I'd seen him in years. I imagined his gentle dominion over me somewhat caused a sense of freedom in him, because he finally had a well-behaved daughter.
The doctor, a man in his thirties, was all business and no humor, directing us to separate changing rooms with an instruction to strip naked. I disrobed, hanging everything up neatly in a heady storm of emotions as my body chemistry transformed. My arousal was no longer a simple matter of a drenched pussy. Both nipples were obviously solid, and I wanted Keith with every fiber of my being, needed him so badly, and yearned for his love. My finger tips trembled as adrenaline coursed through my body, igniting flickers of passion in every muscle.
When we collided outside the changing rooms, I got the shock of my life dangling between Keith's legs.
"Fucking hell, that's enormous, dad."
"Sorry, Hannah, they said to get naked."
"No dad, I'm sorry it's a just a surprise is all."
He cupped both hands over an enormous and fully erect cock. I judged his shaft was at least nine inches long, but couldn't be certain since it was the first real one I'd ever seen. I felt a little woozy and almost fell before my step-dad caught me in both arms fully revealing his foreskin coated glans on the end of a huge veiny shaft that I wanted to launch my pussy on to.
As he held me in his arms for much longer than I needed, Keith's expression softened and a pure love shone through like a beautiful sunrise. I gazed up into his eyes, enjoying the moment my step-dad's hands slid further around my waist then smoothly down onto my ass cheeks, a sign to me I was wanted and loved.
"I love you so much Hannah."
"I love you too, Keith. I want your cock inside my pussy right now."
"I want you too, sweetheart, but I'm under strict instructions to tell Trixy about this."
"She told me we could kiss."
"Yes. Would you like to?"
I never cared much for the rules, so when my lips brushed off my step-dads for the first time I gripped my first cock, enjoying his unrestrained moan of delight. The sensual sizzle that began in my tantalized tongue amplified to a ferocious burning passion that washed through me from head to toe as I draped into his arms squeezing the cock that would deflower me tightly while French kissing my first lover deeply.
When we stepped into the examination room our doctor knew something had passed between us, smiling when he picked up the phone before dialing an internal four digit extension number.
"You'd better come down here right now."
He pointed me towards a gynecologists chair where Keith helped get my feet flat on the ski machine like pads. The chair was like a modern robot that felt comfortable and able to open my legs wide with no vulgarity.
"I can't really determine virginity unless Hannah's hymen has only a few tears, which is unusual. The hymen often thins and eventually breaks up, horse-riding, gymnastics and other sports impact as well. I can give you an idea of her purity, though."
My step-dad held my hand tightly while the doctor activated a switch, powering the foot pads that splayed my legs wide open.
"I didn't realize we were here to confirm virginity?"
"Of course we are. You made an accusation that the girl is a slut, right?"
"I never meant it like that."
"Why did you say it, then?"
"Jesus, doc, it was a poorly considered turn of phrase I used when calling the school to book. I never meant it, and I'm very sorry for being so crass."
I felt like crying and barely held on to my emotions while my heart sobbed inside. I hadn't considered that dad actually believed me to be a slut and now that I did; it hurt real bad.
"Don't apologize to me, Mr. Rodgers. I'm not the one whose feelings you hurt."
Keith looked at me and I saw a sincere apology radiate from his expression long before the words followed.
"I'm so sorry Hannah. I had no right to say that about you."
I glared slightly at Keith when two of the doctor's fingers slid inside me. His probing felt unwanted and a little uncomfortable. He was gentle and checked around inside me for less than a minute.
"She feels very pure. Probably the most definitive virgin I've examined, but like I say, it's impossible to be certain. Are you a maiden Hannah?"
Keith couldn't take his eyes off me and I felt a little proud of him that he'd cared more about atoning for his misjudgement than taking a peek at my freshly shaven pussy.
"I'm a virgin, Keith. One hundred percent pure."
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, can you forgive me, Hannah?"
"Of course. I've been saving my cherry for you, step-dad."
"Have you seriously?"
"Of course. Can we talk about this later, though, please?"
"Yes... yes, of course."
Trixy arrived at that very moment. I felt ashamed and exposed, but my step-dad hugged me tightly and I felt his solid cock rub against the side of my leg, igniting more fireworks of desire inside me.
She stared at dad's cock with utmost admiration, then snapped a knowing look at me.
"Did it happen, Hannah?"
"Yes."
"Did your step-father tell you he loved you first?"
"Yes."
"Very good. It's only day one and already the romance between you both has begun."
"What happens next?"
"You must preserve your deflowering for at least a week. Before that, you can kiss, cuddle, and sleep together in the apartment bridal suite that will be unlocked for your enjoyment."
"Is that all we can do?"
"No, there is a list beside your bed that includes masturbation, oral sex and other fun activities, but we strongly recommend you don't fuck each other until absolutely certain it's what you want."
I dressed quickly in a fizzle of confusing emotions, and we left the examination room to spend the rest of the day in our apartment. Our bridal suite was the room previously locked. Its four-poster bed, gold brocade embroidered bedding, expensive fixtures, fittings and wall mounted art were not unlike a five star New York hotel.
As I sat on the bed feeling a little disheartened about what we could do, Keith approached and offered two hands, lifting me up. He kissed me more deeply and with a ferocious intent, raising me back high on a cloud of pride and desire. As I leaned my head on his chest while my step-dad swished my new pony tail delightfully, I gathered the courage to speak directly.
"Trixy wants us to be sure about being together because of mom, right?"
"Our marriage has been dead for a long time, Hannah. We stayed together for your sake."
"But you and I are sneaking around now at the start of having an affair, and she knows nothing about it."
"When I called your mom earlier and told her the school demanded I stay here with you, she spilled the beans."
"What do you mean dad?"
"Her affair with Steve Thompson never ended. Your mom is moving out this weekend. Steve is in my house now, helping her pack. We're getting an amicable divorce."
"Fuck!"
He kissed me again, and I burned so brightly it felt like every emotion I'd ever had was concentrated into a pinpoint at that moment. I felt love, lust and a deep need for intimacy with Keith. I slid down onto my knees and flipped the short school skirt up, shimmying around until my pony tail adorned ass reflected towards him through a full-length mirror.
I remembered what Trixy told me about my step-dad's foreskin and it felt like the most appropriate thing in the world for me to do when I gripped his enormous shaft between both hands and pulled the loose skin back.
A heady, musky aroma of a raw man hit me hard, flaring both nostrils. My nose almost tasted what must have been a melting pot of primal man hormone, reaching deep inside me, suggesting to my body it was time to get pregnant.
I thanked the stars that mom had got me onto the pill when I was sixteen because I wasn't sure I'd last the week out as a maiden with such a magnificent cock available to fuck me.
When I licked the tip of Keith's cock, he trembled and I saw both knees give way slightly, before locking up tight. I smiled while licking the tiny slit in the head of his glans, letting the salty, burning juices of my lover spread across my tongue and through my mouth.
When I sucked his cock, removing any remaining hedonistic veneer, I felt like a devout cock sucker in waiting. His flavor and the lewd act of submitting down on my knees like a woman praying for forgiveness consumed me as I entered that misty realm between fantasy and reality where taboo desire drives everything.
I loosened my jaw to accommodate more cock inside my mouth, enjoying its flavor while exploring Keith's shaft. I heard someone whimpering and glanced up, enjoying my step-dad's loving gaze back down. He moaned loudly, which was when I realized I was the one whimpering like a newborn puppy needing a creamy feed.
I stroked his cock lovingly, in sync with my face bobbing ever further down his solid shaft. I wondered how his cock compared with others and made a mental note to discuss the matter with other girls attending classes. As I sucked his cock with both hands, squeezing it, I got carried away.
When I first crammed my step-dad's cock down my throat, it choked me, and I drooled saliva all over my chin and onto the carpet below.
"Gently honey. It takes time to learn how to deep throat."
"I intend learning daddy."
"May I also enjoy you now, baby girl?"
"You mean in a 69?"
"Yeah. I can't imagine how much fun it's going to be licking inside your virgin pussy."
"It's all yours Keith."
"Thank you, baby."
He helped me to my feet and I followed him to our bed. I'd watched porn movies like most girls, but I needed his guidance to help me into the best position once we were both completely undressed. After Keith lay down flat on his back, I clawed my way over his body, rotating while he carefully adjusted my ponytail until my un-fucked, dripping pussy was draped over his lips.
When my step-dad plowed his tongue into my creamy furrow between two tight, swollen pussy lips, I felt a tiny squirt of pee escape to my instant shame.
"I'll take as much of that as you can give, Hannah. Just let go fully when your orgasm comes."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. You don't have to swallow mine, though."
"Just fucking try stopping me."
He twisted the tail dangling in his face, activating the intense vibrating effect of my butt plug. I dearly wanted to wear my ponytail all day long but understood the potential negative health impacts. I moaned and bucked around as the steel trembled deliciously inside my back passage, massaging the nerve cluster there. When I squeezed hard, the pleasure sensation sharpened, and I squirted more unicorn pee, remembering the name my mom gave to female ejaculate when we had our talk.
Keith prised my ass cheeks wide open, tapping the end button of my tail while licking up and down my slit with a flattened tongue. I raised myself up, pressing both palms on his knees, forcing my pussy further into my step-dad's mouth, grinding an engorged clitoris on his chin.
When I realized my selfishness, I slid Keith's cock deep inside my mouth, sucking a fresh yield of salty pre-cum that oozed from his slit. I felt an overwhelming love for the man who had raised me, coupled with a deep need to obey and satisfy him.
When he sucked gently, then harder on my swollen clitty, I came hard, squirting more unicorn pee than I thought my bladder and glands could hold. He flicked his stiff tongue across my solid pearl like a strobe hammering the dancefloor while sucking and swallowing my orgasmic harvest. I screamed in absolute ecstasy, and he flinched when my teeth rasped too hard against his cock shaft.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me as Keith pulled my cunt forcibly into his mouth, sucking and swallowing my cum. I wanked the base of his stiff cock hard while sucking as gently as I could, imagining how I'd licked ice cream on a hot day.
I slathered my tongue all over the smooth, glistening glans, curling it around his pillowed cock head, seeking every drop of cum before I flicked the tight banjo string that made him bounce in a state of euphoria.
When I sucked the underside of his shaft, licking Keith's urethra, his cock jerked and I quickly covered the slit on top that spat out my prize. I swallowed the first hot rope of semen awkwardly while Keith buried his face deep in my slit, trying to rip apart my intact hymen with a plundering tongue.
The taste of his salty load soaked the back of my throat as I swallowed, realizing I was my step-dad's cum slut forever. I forced his foreskin back hard, timing each hand stroke with every involuntary jerk of his cock, sucking it hard and swallowing his seed perfectly. I even managed to swill some around my mouth, sucking it through my teeth and coating all of the soft tissues with the seed that would one day start a life in my belly.
As I descended from a place of non stop orgasms, I felt my step-dad cleaning my pussy, methodically licking and sucking juices from every fold of skin, my swollen labia and the tight hole where ejaculate had pooled. I returned the favor, hunting down every glob and isolated streak of his cream from the folds in his foreskin, the underside of his shaft and a few specs that had dribbled onto his balls.
I was glad when Keith removed my pony tail because I felt a need to relax in his arms. As I crawled up and nestled into my step-dad, I felt protected and loved. There was no lingering urge pressuring me to party or drink, only a deep desire to talk about the future and continue changing my behavior to make Keith proud.
"I want you to be proud of me, Hannah."
"Jesus, dad. I was just thinking the same thing."
"We're soulmates. Who would have thought it?"
"Me. I knew you were the one for me by the patience and love you've always showed."
"It might be hard for people to accept this."
"Don't worry, Keith. It's probably not as unusual as you might think. Lessons start tomorrow and I'm sure some of that curriculum must be dedicated to helping us."
"I picked romance on my questionnaire, Hannah."
"Me too, Keith."
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Only you can turn something taboo into a story full of love and romance, Kate. That is why I always love every single story you write.
Great story Kate, so descriptive and love your writing!