Insatiable Stepdaughter

  Insatiable Stepdaughter

  The Collection

  by Belle Hart

  Smashwords Edition

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  Copyright 2011 by Belle Hart

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  Table of Contents

  Step Dad Likes to Watch

  Step Dad Sexes Me Up

  Busted Having Sex with Step Dad

  Sex at Step Dad's Office

  Sex Vacation with Step Dad

  Other stories by Belle Hart

  Step Dad Likes to Watch (back to top)

  “Nice cheerleader outfit,” Blake says, looking me up and down.

  I smirk at him. “You know I’m a cheerleader,” I say.

  “Still, to see it… wow.”

  I laugh. I am standing in my bedroom in front of my dresser mirror, brushing my long dark blond hair. I check the eyeliner around my dark blue eyes. Still looks good. My boyfriend Blake is standing in my doorway.

  “You know I’m just going to mess it up again,” he says, coming towards me seductively.

  “Shh,” I say. “Close the door.”

  He chuckles. “Erica.” Still he humors me. He closes the door and leans against it with his tall lanky frame. He is goodlooking. He has short dark hair, lean muscles, arms folded across his chest. He’s in college. I’m in high school. A senior. I turned 18 a few months ago. He’s my best friend’s older brother. That’s how we met. I feel my heart rate speed up as I imagine what we are about to do.

  I set my brush down. He takes a step toward me. I start to shake a little bit. It’s not like we’ve never made out before, but this is different.

  “Shh,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek. He has on black jeans and a black T-shirt. It makes him look vaguely sinister, but I like it. His green eyes sparkle down at me.

  He kisses me, and his hands immediately move to my large round breasts. I kiss him harder. He moves his hands to my small waist. He slowly backs me up toward the bed.

  “When does your stepdad get home?” he mutters between kisses.

  “Five thirty,” I say.

  “So, we have time,” he says, then kisses me again.

  I live with my stepdad, Bill. My mother died a few years ago, and I’ve never met my real father.

  Blake awkwardly kicks his shoes and socks off while kissing me, standing next to my bed. I laugh. I step out of my shoes and then reach down to pull off my socks.

  He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He keeps kissing me. He whips his T-shirt off. Then he unzips the back of my cheerleader uniform. It’s my long-sleeved one because it's winter. He pulls the little outfit off of me, leaving me in my white bra and panties.

  “Oh, God, Erica,” Blake says as he kisses my cleavage. I shiver. I can feel wetness gathering between my legs.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says as he reaches around me to unhook my bra. He pulls it off and looks amazed as he stares at my breasts. I run my hands over his muscled chest. I am nervous, but this is so exciting.

  “I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” he whispers as he dives between my breasts with his face. I moan. I run my fingers through his hair. Then he starts to pull my panties off. I start to shake again.

  “Shh, Erica…” he says quietly. Then he starts to kiss my neck and ears, and then down to my breasts. I am panting. He reaches his hand down to my vagina and puts his fingers inside. I shiver, and get more wet.

  He unzips his jeans, and shrugs out of them quickly, boxers too. He is breathing heavily.

  “Are you ready?” he asks breathlessly.

  “Yes,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.

  He reaches down with his hand and guides his penis into me. It feels so big. He thrusts it gently into me as deep as it will go. I feel a sharp pain inside.

  “Ow,” I gasp.

  “Sorry,” he says. “I guess it always hurts for girls the first time.”

  He stares into my eyes as he starts to thrust into me. I moan. It still stings inside, but it feels good too. So good.

  He thrusts for a few more minutes and I feel a strange sensation build up inside me. It’s like I want him more and more. To go deeper or faster or something. The pleasure is wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never even masturbated. Then all of a sudden there is a burst of pleasure, so exquisite I can’t believe it. I moan and my muscles clench involuntarily.

  Soon after, Blake groans and ejaculates into me. He laughs and says, “Oh, my God, that was awesome.”

  I laugh. I agree. I wrap my arms around him as he kisses me.

  I never knew sex felt this good. Blake and I have been having sex for 2 months now. Almost daily. My stepdad, Bill, is a professor at the local university. English literature. He gets home about 2 hours after me. That gives Blake and I plenty of time to do it. We don’t use condoms, but I’m on the pill, so it’s okay. Bill doesn’t know I’m on the pill. I had to go to the women’s clinic, where they don’t make you pay much. I’m sure Bill doesn’t know I’m having sex either.

  Tonight is an unusual night. Blake can’t come over. He has to go to his grandmother’s big birthday bash. So I’m alone. Bill is late coming home too. It’s getting dark and stormy outside. I may have to make a sandwich for dinner.

  I’m reading a magazine on the couch when Bill gets home. He shakes the rain out of his short thinning brown hair. He’s handsome for a 50-year-old man, though. In a professorly way. Tall and thin. He walks a lot, so he’s got lean muscles. He does yoga. He’s got those sensitive brown eyes that girls love. His students get crushes on him. He looks sort of quiet and harmless and cuddly.

  He’s holding a pizza box in his hand. He holds it up to show me, “I got dinner.”

  “Cool,” I say. I hop off the couch and follow him into the kitchen. He gets out two plates.

  “No Blake tonight?” he asks.

  “Nope. He had a family thing,” I say as I take a bite of pepperoni pizza. He hands me a glass of water, then gets himself one. We walk over to the little square wooden kitchen table where we always eat.

  “How’s school?” he says as he chews.

  “Good.”

  We finish our dinner and then he goes up to his office to grade some term papers. His office is right next to my bedroom. I hang out watching TV downstairs for a while, then I head up to my bedroom. When I walk by his closed office door, I hear a strange noise.

  It almost sounds like a groan. Like he’s in pain. I stop to listen. I hear another one. I put my hand on the doorknob. Should I really go in? He moans. What if he’s sick or injured? I open the door. I am not prepared for what I see.

  Bill is sitting in an armchair in his huge home office. In front of him are a big TV and a VCR. He’s watching a tape of Blake and I having sex. I am stunned.

  Bill hasn’t noticed that the door opened. He’s moving his arm up and down very fast. I am standing behind him. I take another step. I see he is masturbating. A tube of lubrication sits next to him on a little table. He is rubbing his hand up and down his penis as he watches Blake and I have sex on the screen.

  I feel shocked, but I am so turned on too. Seeing Blake and I have sex, seeing Bill masturbate to it. I feel that familiar surge of desire well up in me again. I can’t help it. I quiet
ly unzip my jeans and put my hand inside my panties. I start flicking my clit with my finger and feel my heart pound.

  Bill groans. I feel pleasure shiver through me. I can hear Blake and I groaning on the tape. I can see us having sex. It’s always the same position with Blake, him lying on top of me. So I can’t even tell when this tape was made. Or how.

  I can feel my pleasure build up as I quietly flick my clit. I am drunk with it. Suddenly, uncontrollably, I moan. That changes everything.

  Bill turns quickly and sees me there. He looks like he’s in a haze of desire, but also like he’s horrified. He leaps up, pants still open, and pushes me with both hands out into the hall, then slams the door shut between us.

  I am breathless. Shocked. I put my hands on the door. I can hear Bill breathing hard just on the other side of it. I want him to do what Blake was doing to me on the tape. I want him to have sex with me. I can feel the sexual tension through the door.

  I can’t believe I feel this way about my stepfather. He’s raised me on his own since I was 15. He was married to my mother since I was 5. This is sick. But it doesn’t feel sick. It feels like we love each other, and this is just an extension of that. But I barely care about the appropriateness right now. I just want him. I start to pant.

  He opens the door. He stares down at me. He is tall, but not as tall as Blake. His eyes are full of fierce desire. He pulls me inside the room by my arm. Then he closes the door and quickly pushes me against it, with my back to him.

  “Oh, Bill…” I moan. He pulls down my jeans and panties, quickly, all the way to the floor. I step out of them. Then he presses me to the door as he quickly shoves his cock into my pussy. I gasp. My heart starts to race.

  He starts to thrust hard into me, almost angrily. I moan loudly. It feels so good. My hands are on the door near my shoulders. He puts his hands over them, holding me tightly there. This is so hot. Almost like he’s forcing me, except I want him. Blake never does things like this. I feel like I need it. I am breathing hard as he thrusts into me.

  I can still hear Blake’s and my moans from the tape. I can hear us getting close to orgasm. Just like Bill and I are doing now. Bill starts to pant and groan with each thrust. I moan loudly as my orgasm builds up. Then I groan deeply as it explodes inside me. It's a much harder orgasm than I have ever had. I feel another little orgasm surge through me right after. I grunt.

  Bill shakes and grunts loudly, then ejaculates inside me, as I hear Blake and I orgasm on the tape. Bill immediately slides himself out of me and steps away.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, out of breath, as he zips up. He quickly walks over and turns off the tape. My muscles are weak and wobbly, but I manage to pull my panties and jeans back on.

  He turns to look at me. He looks anguished. But still his face is full of desire. He looks how I feel. I take a step towards him.

  “Erica,” Bill warns. “Don’t.”

  “We’ve already done it,” I say in a whisper. I keep walking to him.

  “It’s just…” he says, taking a small step away from me.

  “But I need it,” I say as I look up at him. “I need you. Please…” I put my hands on the sides of his face. He looks down at me with those soulful brown eyes.

  Suddenly he grabs me by the arms and pulls me closer and kisses me. Hard. I moan. He is a good kisser. It’s like he knows things Blake would never dream of knowing. I can feel my pussy get wetter. I press my body to his as he kisses me. He groans. As he kisses me, he walks us over to the couch. He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and stops kissing me long enough to lay it on the carpet. I start to pull off my navy blue T-shirt. He stops me. Then he pulls it off himself. I shiver.

  He kisses me more as he unhooks my white bra and pulls it off of me, exposing my large breasts. He moans as he squeezes them with his hands. He massages them and kisses me and I am in heaven. I start to unbutton his long sleeved tan plaid shirt. He finishes for me. He tosses it to the ground. He has lean muscles underneath. I run my hands over them, and up his back. He shivers.

  Then he starts to undo the fly of my jeans. I moan. I pull my jeans and panties off again and kick them to the side. I reach for his pants and he quickly unzips them and steps out of them and his boxers. I was barefoot already, but he pulls off his socks and shoes. Now we are totally naked.

  His cock is a nice size. It’s bigger than Blake’s. Just a bit. It’s totally erect for me again. I stroke it with my fingers. Bill moans. Then he picks me up in his arms, and kneels on the floor and lays me down on the blanket. He stares at my body as he kneels above me.

  I spread my legs for him and feel my face turn red with a blush. I can’t help it. I want him. No matter how embarrassing it is. He closes his eyes and looks ashamed. Then he lays his body on top of mine and starts kissing me hungrily again. I want him so bad now it hurts. I can feel my large tits squish against his bare chest as he presses his body to mine, and it turns me on more.

  He starts to pant as he kisses me. He reaches his fingers into my pussy. I am slippery. He starts to flick my clit and I moan loudly. He groans. Then he parts my pussy lips with his hands and slides his cock into me.

  “Oh, yes…” I moan. He shudders. Then he starts to thrust in and out of me. He starts slowly, but then he gets faster and harder. Deeper. I am panting and moaning. He starts to really pound himself into me. I can feel my tits bouncing around as he thrusts hard. I can feel him hitting all the pleasure spots inside me with his dick. I stare at his face, we are both drunk with desire. I reach down to grab his butt cheeks to push him deeper into me. He groans. He shoves his dick into me a few more times and I start to feel my pleasure peek.

  “Oh, God!” I yell. It is going to be a hard orgasm. “UGGHHH!” I yell as it rips through me. It lasts for a while. My pussy clenches around his dick.

  “UGGHH!” he groans loudly as he shoots cum into me again. Then he collapses on top of me, panting. I wrap my arms and legs around him. He shivers.

  “What are we doing?” he says, almost to himself.

  “Shh…” I say. I run my fingers through his short hair.

  “Oh, God, Erica,” he says. Then he moans. He quickly sits up as he slides out of me. I think he is going to kick me out of his office, but instead, he pulls me up, and has me get on all fours on the blanket. I shake with anticipation.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me.

  “God, yes…” I whisper. He groans. Then he kneels behind me, and parts my legs a little bit so he can kneel between them. He puts his hands on my bare ass, and I shiver. Then he slides his hard cock into my slippery pussy. I groan.

  He starts thrusting in and out. He hits my pleasure spots inside in a different way in this position. And I think he’s going deeper too. It feels so good. He starts picking up his pace and I feel pleasure start to buzz inside me. I am dripping with cum.

  “Oh, God, Bill,” I whimper. He picks up his pace again. He starts to really slam himself into me. His hips are slapping my ass as he thrusts. It makes a loud noise. It is so hot. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, he leans forward and gathers me in his arms and pulls me back up with him, so we are both kneeling upright. I groan. He leans me forward a little bit, so he can still slam deeply into me, but now he starts to massage my big tits greedily with his hands as he thrusts. He is breathing heavily on my neck. I am moaning. I feel like I am losing my mind with pleasure. I want to be fucked forever.

  I reach back to hold his ass in my hands as he fucks me. He starts fucking me harder than ever. I moan and whimper with each thrust. He grunts. I feel pleasure surge up and take me over. “UGGHHHH!” I yell as an orgasm grips me hard. It clenches my pussy up and surges through my body. Then I feel another one right after. I groan in ecstasy. I feel it tingle through me. He fucks me for a few more seconds and then groans a long loud groan as he shoots a load of cum inside me.

  He is panting as he wraps his arms around me. Then he lets me gently fall to the floor, face down. I am weak with pleasure. He lies down next to me
on the blanket, face up. He is out of breath.

  He looks at me with sadness. “I should probably kill myself now,” he says to me.

  I am alarmed. “What? Nooo...”

  I crawl over and lay my body on top of his. I look him in the eyes and kiss him. “Why would you say that?”

  “Having sex with your stepdaughter?” he said. “A pretty big no-no.”

  “Shh…” I say, kissing him again. “I loved it.”

  He puts his hands on my arms, and looks me seriously in the eyes. Then he puts his hands on the sides of my face and gently pulls me to him for another kiss.

  “But we can never do it again,” he says seriously when he pulls away.

  “Shh,” I say. “I already want to do it again.” I laugh. “I will always want more.”

  “Oh, my God, I’m going to Hell,” Bill says as he closes his eyes. I laugh again, and lean down to kiss him hard. His tongue swirls inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and I know we will do it again. Often. I’m so happy he agrees with me.

  Step Dad Sexes Me Up (back to top)

  I’m in the shower, running a soapy washcloth over my curvy athletic body. It’s Saturday afternoon. Last night my stepdad, Bill, and I had sex.

  It’s okay, right? I’m 18. I’m legally an adult. Still I think people would freak if they knew. Especially my boyfriend, Blake. But no one has to know.

  As I’m rinsing my body off I hear a knock on the bathroom door. I say nothing. Bill opens the door and comes in. I’m peeking at him from behind the white shower curtain. He’s wearing a robe. He’s tall and has lean muscles from yoga and walking. He has brown hair and sweet brown eyes. He’s handsome. He’s 50. Over twice my age. I don’t care. I smile at him.

  He smiles back. “Care if I join you?” he asks.

 
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