The Cougar Chronicles - Kelly

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

One of the things Kelly loved about her job as an executive assistant at a well-known import/export company was that every now and then her job required her to travel, and since the company was based in the Bahamas that meant her traveling always took her to the Caribbean.  Her current trip required her to deliver some very important documents to the company headquarters building on Harbour Island, and since there was no airstrip on the island that meant the only way to get there was by boat.  And since Harbour Island was almost a full day’s sail from Andros where she was currently, that meant she had to charter a boat to take her there.  At her bosses’ urging she chartered a sailboat instead of a power boat, with him telling her to take her time and enjoy the trip.

So she had done just that, chartering a two-masted sailboat to take her to Harbour Island.  Now it was a little past seven AM and she was in the back of a taxicab on her way to the dock where the boat was moored.  A few minutes later the taxi pulled up to the entrance to the docks, the driver hopping out and opening the door for her.  After getting out of the taxi and retrieving her one bag, a well-worn and well-traveled backpack from the driver, she paid him and then walked over to the small restaurant next to the main walkway to ask for directions to the dock where the boat was berthed. 

“You’re in luck, missy,” the well-tanned old man behind the counter said as he smiled at her, “the captain of that vessel is sitting right over there,” he said, pointing to a table in the corner on the other side of the room. 

Kelly turned to look in the direction that the man was pointing, and saw an equally well-tanned but much younger man sitting at a table, drinking a cup of coffee while reading what she could only guess was the local newspaper.  He was wearing a faded light blue printed Hawaiian shirt open down to the third button, a pair of khaki shorts, and an old pair of navy-blue canvas deck shoes without socks.  He was dark-haired like herself, wearing his hair short to keep cool in the tropical heat, and at the moment he was wearing a yacht captain’s hat like the one the Skipper wore in “Gilligan’s Island,” only  his was white instead of black.  Or at least it used to be white; it was very well-worn and weather-beaten, and was stained and dirty from years of use in the Caribbean sun and having weathered many a Caribbean storm.  His chiseled face was clean-shaven, and while Kelly was usually attracted to men with a beard of some kind she found his face both handsome and appealing at the same time.  She had no idea how tall he was since he was sitting down, but if she had to guess she would have said he was at least six feet tall.

All she knew for sure at the moment was that he was lean and tanned, with just the right kind of musculature and body style to make her stomach flutter.

‘Well, ROWER!’ she thought to herself as she looked at him for a moment, a smile crossing her lips.  At 55 years of age her interest in men lay in those in their mid to late twenties, and this man seemed to fit the bill perfectly.  Taking a second look at him she said a silent thank you to herself for taking the time to work out religiously and watch what she ate, the end results being that she had a body that was the equal of any woman in her late twenties, if not better.  Then she turned and thanked the older man before walking over to the table where the younger man sat.  He looked up at her as she approached, and her stomach fluttered again when his gorgeous gray eyes locked with her own.

“Excuse me, are you Martin Foss?” she asked, stopping next to the table and looking down into those gray eyes.

“My friends call me ‘Marty,’” he replied, smiling up at her as he sat back in his chair, putting the newspaper down and resting one arm along the back of the chair.  “You must be Kelly Owens, my charter for the day,” he said, guessing correctly.

“Yes, I am,” she said, returning his smile.  When Marty stood up and took off his hat before he stuck his hand out to her she was pleased to see that she was right – he was six feet tall if he was an inch, and she felt her stomach flutter again.

‘Oh, I have GOT to fuck him!’ she thought to herself as she took his hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Kelly,” he said, smiling at her and showing her a perfect set of white teeth as he shook her hand.  “Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Thank you, I appreciate the offer, but no.  I really need to get over to Harbour Island as soon as possible, so if you don’t mind I’d like to get going,” she said, looking up at him.   

“You’re the boss!” Marty said, reaching down to pick up the mug and finish the last bit of coffee, then putting it back down on the table.  He put his hat back on his head and turned to her again.

“Okay, let’s go!” he said, giving her a toothy smile and making her stomach flutter again.  He turned and walked out of the restaurant, waving at the old man behind the counter who waved back.  She followed him out and onto the walkway of the dock, her bag slung over her shoulder, then walked beside him as they made their way down to his boat.

They walked down the wooden sidewalk to the dock where there were a good number of boats of all kinds tied up to the various mooring stations, with most of them being sailboats.  He led her down to the walkway that led to where his boat was tied up, turning left to walk down the dock.  There were four sailboats tied up to this dock, two on each side, with his being the second one on the left.  As they walked down the dock towards his boat they passed a two-masted sailboat that even to Kelly’s untrained eye looked to be at least fifty years old but was in excellent condition despite its age.  She looked at the back of the boat as it rocked gently at its moorings and saw the name “Sea Tramp” in big block letters above three small square windows lined up side by side. 

“What a beautiful boat!” she said, stopping to look. 

“That’s the ‘Sea Tramp.’  She’s kind of a legend in this area,” Marty replied, stopping and standing next to her as they both looked over at the boat rocking gently at its moorings.

“Why is that?” she asked, looking up at him.

“The previous owner was a man everybody called Cap’n Dan, a wealthy retiree who did more for the town and the island than anyone can ever remember.  He donated the money to build the clinic here, among other things,” he explained, looking over at the boat.  “One summer his niece Lucy came down here on vacation after graduating from college to spend a couple of months sailing around the Caribbean with him, and they ended up falling in love.  But she was already married, and when her vacation was over he sent her home to be with her husband.  That was in the ‘90s, and when he died 25 years later he willed his entire estate to the love of his life, his niece Lucy – or Lucia, as he called her.  That estate included the boat, and since her own husband had been killed in a car accident a few years prior she packed up and moved down here permanently, taking up permanent residence on board the ‘Sea Tramp,’” he explained.

“What an amazing love story!” Kelly said, looking up at him for a moment before looking back at the boat again.

“Yeah, it is,” Marty replied, tipping his hat back on his head and putting his hands on his hips as he looked the boat over.  “From what people have told me, Cap’n Dan loved her so much that he never even looked at another woman from the day she left until the day he died 25 years later.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.  “She must have been some woman!  I’d like to meet her if I can,” she said, looking up at him.

“And I’d love to introduce you to her.  She’s a fantastic lady, a truly wonderful person, but unfortunately right now she’s back in the States visiting family and won’t be back for at least a week,” he replied.

“And I’ll be long gone by then.  That’s too bad, I would love to have met her,” Kelly said, looking up at him.

“Well, if you ever have the chance to get back this way again, maybe next time you can,” Marty replied, looking down at her. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, looking back over at the ‘Sea Tramp’ again for a moment before looking back at Marty.  “Right now I want to see what your boat looks like,” she said, smiling up at him.

“There she is, right there!” Marty said, pointing towards another two-masted ketch tied up on the same side of the dock and a little in front of the ‘Sea Tramp.’  It was very similar in looks, and as they walked closer to it Kelly saw the name ‘SEEKER’ on the back of the boat in the same place and above the same set of windows as the name on Lucia’s boat.  As they got closer she saw that it was in immaculate condition; the wood was polished and the brass was shining, obvious signs that Marty took very good care of his boat.  They stopped at the foot of the gangplank, Marty standing with his hands on his hips, a big smile on his face.

“This is my pride and joy, the ‘Seeker!’” he said.  “Best sailboat in the area – next to the ‘Sea Tramp,’ that is,” he added. 

“They look a lot alike,” Kelly said, looking from one boat to the other.

“That’s because they’re the same make and model, only mine is considerably newer,” he explained.  “They’re both Formosa 51 ketches, but Cap’n Dan did some significant modifications to his boat when he bought it.  But the hull and mast configuration is the same, with the differences being in the cabin layout and the long bench seat along the back rail.  My boat doesn’t have that bench seat yet, but I plan to have one installed in the very near future,” he explained.  “Come on aboard and I’ll show you around,” he said, holding his arm out towards the gangplank.  As she walked up the gangplank in front of him Marty couldn’t help but noticed the rounded globes of Kelly’s ass swinging inside her shorts as she walked.

‘Damn, she’s got a nice ass for a woman her age!’ he thought to himself.  ‘And actually, the rest of her isn’t too bad, either!’ he thought as she stepped onto the deck of the ‘Seeker’ and turned to face him.  He stepped onto the deck of the boat as well, motioning to the rear of the boat as he spoke.

“The cabin door is right this way; follow me and I’ll show you the inside of the boat,” he said, turning and walking towards the rear of the boat.  She followed him through the small, narrow doorway and down the fairly steep set of  four stairs that led from the deck into the cabin.  Once inside she was surprised at how big it was; while the main cabin was small, it was bigger than she had imagined it would be.

“This is the main cabin, and as you can tell it’s where I eat my meals,” he said, standing in the center of the cabin next to the bench table on one side.  “That’s the auxiliary pilot station which is where I control and steer the boat from during bad weather,” he said, pointing to a ship’s wheel and a set of throttle controls on the left side of the front wall of the cabin, right beneath the windows that ran the width of the cabin. 

“The head – or bathroom for you landlubbers – is right there,” he said, pointing to a narrow door on the opposite end and on the left side of the cabin close to the back of the boat, “and the guest cabin is right there,” he said, pointing to another equally narrow door on the opposite corner of the main cabin. 

“Where’s your cabin?” she asked, putting her hat back on her head.

“Right there,” Marty replied, pointing to the short hallway in the center of the boat at the back of the main cabin.  There was a wooden door at the end of the hallway with a sign on it that said “CAPTAIN.”  He walked over to the door and opened it up, stepping inside and motioning for her to follow him.

“Wow, this is nice!” she said, marveling at the size of the cabin.  The cabin took up the entire rear end of the boat – which she later learned was called the ‘stern’ – with the big bed running the width of the cabin right under the three square windows she had seen from the outside.  There was a small desk on the left – or port – side of the cabin with a couple of bookshelves above it, and there was a bench on the right – or starboard – side of the boat with a thick, green cloth covered pad running along its length.  There was a small narrow door to the left of that, which Kelly correctly guessed was a closet.  There were drawers under the bed, which Kelly also guessed is where Marty kept the rest of his clothes. 

“And you live on the boat?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“Yes, I do, and quite comfortably, I might add,” he said, walking over and sitting on the bed.  “I have everything I need right here on board except a washer and dryer, and for that I use the laundromat on the dock.  I have both a power connection and a fresh water connection coming from the dock, so I have plenty of both when I’m in port,” he explained. 

“What do you do for power and water when you’re not in port?” she asked, curious.

“There’s an onboard freshwater tank located under the deck below us, right next to the diesel engine that powers the boat when it’s not under sail.  I get my electricity from there when I’m not in port, and I carry enough diesel fuel on board to stay out at sea for a month or longer,” he said. 

“This is really, really nice!” Kelly said, looking around the cabin. 

“Thank you, I like it,” he said, looking around the cabin for a moment before speaking again.

“Well, we’d better get going if you want to get to Harbour Island before the sun goes down,” he said, walking out of the cabin with Kelly following him.  “You can drop your backpack in here or in the guest cabin, wherever you like, and you can either stay down here and relax while I get the boat under way or you can come up on deck and watch.  Whichever you’d like is just fine with me,” he said, looking at her and smiling.

“I’d like to come up on deck and watch if you don’t mind,” she said, tossing her backpack onto the table.

“Great, I’d love the company!” he said.  Then he turned and walked up the steep stairway, stepping out onto the deck with Kelly following him.  Once on deck he readjusted his cap on his head to keep it from falling off, then set about getting the boat untied from the dock and under way.

Kelly sat on the roof of the front of the main cabin, watching Marty scurry around the boat. It was obvious from his speed that he had been doing this for years, and he had the lines untied and coiled on the deck in no time at all.  Then he went over to the starboard side of the main cabin and retrieved a long pole from two brackets mounted on the side of the cabin; Kelly would later learn that this was called a boat hook.  Marty went to the bow of the boat and used the boat hook to push the bow away from the dock; then he quickly stored the boat hook back in the brackets and went to the wheel at the stern where he fired up the diesel engine.  He put the boat in gear and eased the throttle forward, and the ‘Seeker’ began to move slowly away from the dock and out towards the open ocean.

Ten minutes later they were clear of the harbor and it’s ‘no wake zone’ so Marty set about raising sail.  He tied off the wheel to maintain course and began the tasks involved with raising the sails.  Kelly watched in amazement as he quickly uncovered and untied the sails, stowing the covers in a chest on the stern so they wouldn’t get blown overboard.  Somewhere during the process he had taken his shirt off without Kelly seeing it, and when she did notice it she felt a fluttering in her stomach again when she got a look at his tanned, toned, and well-muscled torso.

‘Oh, my God, I have GOT to fuck him!’ she thought to herself again.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, calling out to him.  “I feel so useless just sitting here!”

“Do you know how to sail?” he asked, putting the crank handle into the crank base on the main mast.

“No, I don’t,” she replied.

“Wanna learn?” he asked, smiling.

“Sure!” she said, jumping up from where she sat.

“Then come over here and turn this crank counterclockwise until I tell you to stop,” he said.  She trotted over to where he stood and gripped the handle with both hands, looking up at him for assurance; he nodded at her, and she began cranking.  The crank clicked as it worked, and Kelly saw the main sail begin to rise up from the yard arm on its way to the top of the mast.  Kelly trotted over to a winch on the starboard side of the deck and sat down behind it, pulling on the rope that ran through it.  This helped guide the boom into place, and a few minutes later the sail was up.  He tied off the rope and then came over to the winch, taking the handle out and stowing it back where it came from.

“Now let’s do the same thing with the foremast and the jib, and then we’re done!” he said, grinning at her, his upper body shining in the sun with a fine layer of sweat.

“What’s a jib?” she asked.

“The small triangular sail at the front of the boat,” he replied.

“Oh, okay!” she said, following him to the next mast.

Five minutes later they were finished, and the boat was under full sail.  Marty went back to the wheel and untied it, then shut down the diesel engine.  Since the wind was coming at them from behind and to the left, the boat was tilted to the right as it sailed over the fairly calm ocean.  It took Kelly a few minutes to get her sea legs, but once she did she really began to enjoy the experience.  Marty opened the lid of the console box in front of the wheel where the compass sat and retrieved a pair of aviator sunglasses, putting them on.  Then he looked over at her and smiled, making her stomach flutter yet again.

“So what do you think?” he asked.

“I think I wanna buy a boat when I get home and learn how to sail!” she said, returning his smile.

‘What I really wanna do is take you into your cabin, lay you down on your bed and fuck you until you can’t move!’ she thought to herself, her smile getting bigger at the thought.

“Make you a deal – you buy the boat down here and I’ll teach you how to sail!” he said, grinning at her.

“It’s a deal!” she said, making both of them laugh.

“Now that we’re under full sail there’s nothing else to do except steer the boat for a while; I have a couple of folding canvas deck chairs in the storage area in the bow, and I’d be happy to get one for you so you can sit and relax while I steer the boat,” he said.

“Who’s going to steer the boat while you’re gone?” she asked.

“You are!  Come over here,” he said, and Kelly came over to where he stood.  He guided her into position between himself and the wheel, and when his body brushed up against hers she felt her stomach flutter again and a pleasant tingling down further.

“Put your hands here and here,” he said, guiding her hands to the 10 and 2 position on the wheel.  “See where the compass needle is pointing right now?”  he asked, and she nodded.  “Keep it right there by turning the wheel to the left or right as you need to.  I won’t be gone more than a minute or so, so you probably won’t have to do anything at all except hold the wheel.  Okay, Kelly?” he said, smiling at her.

“Okay, I guess!” she replied.

“Good!  I’ll be right back!” he said, and then he was gone below deck to get the chair.  Kelly’s heart was pounding in her chest as she stood at the wheel, holding the boat on course, and true to his word Marty was back in just about a minute and a half, a canvas deck chair in his hands.

“Here you go!” he said, unfolding the chair and placing it on the deck to the right of where she stood.  He took her place at the wheel and she eagerly let it go, flopping down in the chair and laughing, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.

“Oh, my!” she gasped, looking up at him and laughing.  “That was great!  Did I actually do that?  Holy crap!” she said, babbling with excitement just a bit.

“You did fine, just fine!” he said, looking down at her and smiling.  She looked up at him and returned his smile, her heart pounding in her chest, the pounding made more intense as she looked at him. 

The sun on his face, the wind blowing his hat slightly, the big toothy grin, the glimmering of his chest in the sunlight – it all combined to make Kelly’s pussy start to get wet, making her want this man more than ever.  She turned the deck chair to face him, then leaned forward and rested her forearms on the arms of the chair as she spoke.

“Marty, can I ask you a question?  A personal question, I mean?” she said, looking up at him.

“Only if you can handle the answer,” he replied, looking back down at here for a moment before looking back up again. 

“Oh, I think I can handle the answer, but the thing is, can you handle the question?” she said, giving him a sly grin.  He turned and looked down at her, noticing the lopsided grin on her face, then gave her a grin of his own.

“Only one way to find out,” he said, looking down at her.  “Ask away!”

“When was the last time you had your dick sucked?” she said, her gaze unfaltering as she spoke. 

Marty looked at her for a few moments before he replied, trying to decide how to handle this.  On the one hand she was a client, and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin his reputation or harm his business.  On the other hand, she was hot as hell and it had been a very long time since he’d been with a woman at all, much less had his dick sucked.

‘Fuck it!’ he thought to himself.

“Damned if I can remember,” he replied, looking down at her from behind his sunglasses.

“Then I think it’s time I took care of that and gave you something to remember!” she said, getting up from her chair.  She immediately dropped down to her knees and moved in front of him, in between him and the ship’s wheel and facing him; Marty took a step back to give her room.  Kelly immediately reached up and grabbed the zipper of his shorts, pulling it down and then slipping her hand inside.  She was very pleased to discover that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that his cock was already starting to get hard.  She wrapped her hand around the shaft as she pulled the fly of his shorts open, then pulled out his cock.  Without hesitation she opened her mouth, leaned forward and clamped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it and moving her hand out of the way as she sucked his cock into her mouth like a strand of spaghetti.

‘Holy shit!’ Marty thought as he looked down and watched his cock disappear into Kelly’s wet, sucking mouth.  He wasn’t lying when he said it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, so his cock grew longer, harder and thicker very quickly under Kelly’s masterful ministrations with her mouth and tongue.  She grabbed him by the hips and held on as she bobbed her head up and down his quickly hardening shaft, moaning as he filled her mouth.

‘Oh my God, his cock tastes good!’ she thought to herself as she felt his cock growing in her mouth.  She loved sucking a man’s flaccid cock into her mouth and then sucking him hard, and she was glad that this first encounter with Marty turned out this way.  His cock grew to full hardness quickly, stretching Kelly’s mouth out just a little.  His cock was a little thicker than what she was used to, but that didn’t deter her from doing what she set out to do.  She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft as she took his cock into her wet, sucking mouth over and over again, taking nearly all of it with every forward motion of her head.

‘Damn, she’s good!’ Marty thought to himself, fighting to maintain his concentration on steering the boat as she worked on his throbbing cock.  He was tempted to just tie the wheel off so he could take care of her as well, but he had a feeling that she wasn’t going to give him the chance – she seemed intent on making him cum as quickly and as hard as she could, so he decided to just let her have her way with him.

Kelly moaned again and again as she slid her mouth up and down the length of his hard cock, twisting her head from side to side as she moved, relishing the feeling of his hard cock on her tongue.  She could taste his precum, and that only made her want his cum in her mouth even more.  She slid a hand inside his shorts and pulled out his big, heavy balls, gripping them in her hand.  She pulled and tugged on them as she slid her mouth up and down on his cock, grabbing the base of the shaft with her other hand as she increased the suction she was applying with her mouth.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna cum in your mouth in no time!” he warned, looking down at her.  She looked up at him, her eyes watering from the effort she was putting forth in sucking on his cock, then released his cock from her mouth just long enough to speak a few words.

“Then do it!” she said, her eyes sparkling.  Then she clamped her mouth back down onto his cock, renewing her efforts and sucking on him as hard as she could.  She gripped the base of his cock hard, pumping it in her hand as she pulled and tugged on his balls.  She slid her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, quickly bringing him to the edge of orgasm.

“Here it comes!” Marty groaned, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel in his hands.

“MM-HMM!  MM-HMM!” Kelly moaned around his cock, nodding as she sucked on his hard shaft, increasing both the suction and her efforts to make him cum.  And a split second later, he did.

“MMMMMMMMMM!” Kelly moaned around his cock as it exploded in her mouth.  She heard Marty groaning and felt his body tense as he came, his cock pumping and throbbing in her mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her mouth, onto her tongue and down her throat.  She loved the feeling of a man’s cock on her tongue as it pumped and pulsed, shooting his load into her mouth, and she swallowed his load down greedily.  She kept her lips clamped around his cock and continued sucking hard, pumping the shaft with her hand and tugging on his balls as his orgasm ran its course.

Marty groaned loudly through gritted teeth as his cock exploded in Kelly’s mouth, months of built-up cum blasting out of his cock and down her throat, taking months of built-up sexual tension and frustration with it.  He squeezed his eyes closed and hung on to the ship’s wheel as Kelly drained him dry, and when his cock finally stopped throbbing and pumping it left him gasping and panting for breath.

“Holy hell!” he gasped, looking down at Kelly as she sucked the last few drops of cum out of him.  She looked up at him and smiled, giving him a wink with the head of his cock still in her mouth, then ran her nimble tongue over the head and along the sensitive frenum and making him jump.  She giggled as she slipped her mouth from his cock, pumping it a few more times with her hand to get every drop of cum out of him.  When the last drop appeared at the tip she put her soft lips on the tip and sucked it off, then kissed it before tucking it back into his shorts.  She pulled his zipper up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up between him and the ship’s wheel.

“So how was that?  Did I do good?” she asked playfully, a lopsided grin on her face.

“I’ll say!” he replied, returning her grin.  She kissed him then, softly, holding her lips against his for a few delicious moments before ducking under his arm and sitting back down in the chair.  She looked up at him and smiled, crossing her legs and bouncing her foot as she did.

“So is that not the best blowjob you’ve had this year?” she said, proud of herself.

“Hell, that’s the only blowjob I’ve had this year, so yeah, I’d say so!” he said, laughing and making her laugh along with him.

“But what about you?” he asked, checking the compass to make sure he hadn’t let the boat stray too far off course while he was getting his pipes cleaned. 

“Oh, I’ll let you take care of me later, that’s for sure,” she replied, smiling up at him.  “I think after I’m done with my business in town I’ll come back to the boat and let you take care of me then – or rather, let us both take care of each other!” she said.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Marty said, returning her smile.

The rest of the trip to Harbour Island was uneventful as far as things of a sexual nature went.  To save time they ate lunch on the fly, with Kelly steering the boat again while Marty went below to retrieve some pre-made sandwiches he’d stowed on board specifically for situations just like this, where they really didn’t have the time or the chance to stop for lunch.  They both ate their sandwiches on the stern, with Marty taking over at the wheel while they ate. 

Kelly spent the afternoon sunning herself on the roof of the main cabin, going below to change into a bikini before she did.  When she came topside after having changed Marty was stunned when he got his first look at her in her bikini.  She was fit and trim, her body toned and curvy in all the right places, and Marty couldn’t decide what part of her looked better – her firm, rounded ass or her full bustline.  Her breasts were big without being too big, fitting her body perfectly, and showed little to no signs of sag.  When she caught him staring at her she laughed, putting the towel and suntan oil she was carrying down onto the roof of the cabin and then putting her hands on her hips and letting her breasts bounce as she laughed.

“Not bad for an old broad, huh, Skipper?” she asked, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“What do you mean, ‘old broad’?” he asked, puzzled.  “How old are you, anyway, if I may ask?”

“How old do you think I am?” she countered, playing with him and enjoying it.

“Thirty, thirty-five tops,” he said.

“I’ll be fifty-six next month!” she said, grinning as Marty’s mouth dropped.

“No way!  I mean, no way in hell you’re fifty-five!” he said, astonished.

“This is what thirty years of yoga and eating right will do for you,” she said, turning around so he could see all of her both front and back.  “That, plus never having been married or having kids.  Pregnancy absolutely wrecks the female body, and I don’t want any part of that!”

“Well, you look fantastic, that’s for sure!” he said, meaning it.

“Thank you, kind sir!  And now, if I may ask, just how old are you?” she said, standing with her hands on her hips.

“I’m twenty-five, be twenty-six in January,” he replied.

“Mmmmmm, perfect!  I just loooove younger men!  So strong, so virile, so full of cum!” she cooed, giggling at the end.

“So you’re a ‘cougar,’ huh?” he said, half kidding and half serious.

“And damned proud of it!” she replied.  Then she picked up the bottle of suntan oil from the cabin roof and began spreading it on her body, and by the time she was done Marty had another erection.  But he knew that time was of the essence so he hid it from her, letting it fade on its own as she climbed on top of the cabin roof and spread the towel out, lying down on it and getting some sun.

“Let me know when we’re about half an hour out so I can go below and wash the oil off and get myself cleaned up, okay, Skipper?” she said, lifting her head and looking back at him.

“Sure thing, Kelly,” he replied.  Then she put her head back down and relaxed for the rest of the trip.

They docked at Harbour Island a little after four PM, and as soon as the boat was tied up Kelly grabbed the packet of documents and headed for the main road where she hailed a taxi to take her to her company’s headquarters building.  Marty had awakened her half an hour out as she wanted, and when she came up from below deck she was freshly showered and wearing a light yellow flowered sundress and sandals.  While she was gone Marty stayed on the boat, relaxing in a deck chair on the bow of the boat, drinking Red Stripe beer and watching the girls and boats go by. 

It was a little after seven PM when she finally made it back to the boat, and she smiled when she saw Marty slumped down in his canvas deck chair, his feet up on the cabin roof, legs crossed at the ankles, his arm crossed over his chest and his dingy white captain’s hat pushed forward over his eyes.  He was sound asleep, and Kelly just stood there and looked at him for a minute or so, hating to wake him up.

‘Damn, but he’s hot!’ she thought, smiling to herself.  Then, as much as she hated to do it, she went on board the ‘Seeker’ and walked up to the bow, standing next to him and gently shaking him by the shoulder.

“Marty…hey, Marty, wake up!” she said, rousing Marty out of his slumber.

“Huh?  Wha – oh, hey, Kelly, you’re back,” he said, sitting up and putting his feet down on the deck as he pushed his hat back on his head.

“Yes, and I’m starving, so let’s go get something to eat!” she said.

“Sure, I know just the place!” Marty said, standing up and stretching.  “You get everything done that you needed to do?” he asked as they walked towards the gangplank.

“Not quite, there’s still one thing left that I have to do,” she said, walking down the gangplank to the dock.

“What’s that?” he asked, following her.

“You!” she said, turning and grinning at him.  “And I’m going to take care of that as soon as we finish eating dinner!”

“So I’m gonna be dessert, huh?” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Something like that, yeah!” she said, slipping her arm in his as they walked up the dock towards the town.

It was full dark when they got back to the ‘Seeker’ an hour and a half later after enjoying one of the best seafood dinners they’d both ever had.  As they walked down the dock towards the boat Kelly slipped her arm through Marty’s, holding him close.  When they got to the gangplank Marty held out his arm for her to go first, following her up onto the deck.  She immediately turned and headed for the hatch leading down to the main cabin, and once again Marty followed her lead, switching on the lights at the bottom of the stairs.  As soon as they were both in the main cabin Kelly turned to him and wrapped her arms around Marty’s neck, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him long and deep.  She pressed her body firmly up against his as she slipped her lithe tongue into his mouth, moaning softly at the sensations coursing through her body.  Marty wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, and she could feel his erection beginning to grow and press against her abdomen.  When the kiss finally ended more than two minutes later it left both of them breathless.

“I’ve never wanted a man to fuck me as much in my entire life as I want you to fuck me now,” she said as she looked up into his eyes, her voice a throaty whisper.

“Ditto,” he said, his voice soft.  He kissed her, then, bringing his lips down to hers, and she immediately slid a hand down his body and around to his crotch, grabbing his nearly erect cock in her hand through his shorts and gripping it firmly.  Marty returned the favor, sliding a hand down her body and around to her mound, rubbing it firmly through her sundress.  He could feel the heat emanating from her, rubbing her mound firmly and making her moan into his mouth.  She squeezed his rock-hard cock harder in response, and when Marty slipped his hand under her dress he discovered that he wasn’t the only one going ‘commando’ that night.  Kelly moaned as his hand touched her bare pussy, and she pushed her hips forward as he cupped her mound in his hand.

“Oh, my God, that feels good!” she breathed into his ear, breaking off the kiss and squeezing his cock harder.

“If you like that, then you’re gonna love this!” he said, then slipped a finger between her smooth-shaven outer lips to touch the already-wet inner lips of her pussy.

“AAH!  OOOH!” she moaned, jumping as his fingers slipped between her inner lips.  She moaned again as Marty ran his finger up and down her slit, making her jump again when his finger ran across the hard nub of her clit.  She bit her lip and moaned when he slipped a finger inside her, clamping down on it with her talented inner muscles.  She kissed him again, hard and deep, gripping his cock harder than ever as she pushed her mound against his hand.

“I can’t take it anymore!” she gasped into his ear, breaking off the kiss.  “If you don’t take me into your cabin and fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind!” she said, pulling her head back and looking into his eyes.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” he said, teasing her with an impish grin on his face.

“No, we can’t, and I said exactly what I meant – I don’t want you to make love to me, we can do that later.  I want you to throw me down on the bed, drive that big, hard cock of yours into me so deep that I can feel it at the back of my throat, and fuck me until I scream!” she said, her pussy flooding and soaking his hand as he slid his finger in and out while she spoke.

“Then let’s go!” he said, taking her by the hand and leading him to his cabin.  Once inside they both quickly disrobed, Kelly simply having to slip out of the sundress and shoes since she was not only panty-less but braless as well.  It took Marty a bit longer since he was wearing one more article of clothing than she was.  He took off his captain’s hat and hung it on a hook over the desk, then quickly shed his shirt, shorts and deck shoes.  His rock-hard cock stood up proudly in front of him, Kelly’s eyes going to it as soon as he turned around to face her.  She stepped forward and reached out to grab it, seizing it in her hand and squeezing firmly as she kissed him again.  She pumped the hard shaft in her hand as they kissed, with Marty turning them in place so that her back was to the bed.  Then, without warning, he broke off the kiss, put his hands on her chest, and shoved her backwards onto the bed.

“OH!” Kelly gasped as she was shoved backwards.  She bounced once when she landed on the bed and then Marty was on top of her, holding his body above hers with a hand on either side of her head, his hard cock pointing at her pussy.  She moved back a little further towards the center of the bed and then lifted her legs and spread her knees apart for him, reaching down with one hand and guiding his cock to her pussy.  She rubbed the bulbous head up and down between her slippery inner lips a few times before placing it at the entrance, and as soon as she did this Marty pushed forward, driving his cock into her tight, wet pussy.

“OHHHH!  MMMMMMM!” Kelly moaned as his cock penetrated her, spreading her lips and stretching her out as his thick, hard cock slowly slid deeper inside her as Marty pushed hard.  He pushed half of his cock into her with the first thrust, then paused for just a moment before pulling out an inch or so and then pushing forward again.  Kelly moaned again as he went deeper inside her, and after the third thrust he was buried completely inside her, his balls resting against her ass.  He held himself there, relishing the feeling of Kelly’s tight, wet pussy enveloping and gripping the length of his hard cock.  She lifted her arms and put her hands on the back of his neck, clasping them together as she spoke.

“Ohhhhh, my God, you feel so good inside me!” she moaned, looking up at him, her mouth hanging open as she adjusted to his cock inside her.  “Now fuck me, Marty, fuck me hard!” she urged, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles for emphasis.

Without a word Marty began to move.  He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her until only the head was left inside, then pushed it all the way back into her in one hard thrust, making Kelly gasp when the head of his cock hit the end of her tunnel.  He did the same thing again only harder this time, making Kelly gasp a little louder when he hit bottom.  He began thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy in long, hard strokes, gradually increasing the tempo.  It wasn’t long before he was pounding his cock in and out of her, Kelly’s body bouncing beneath him as the onslaught of his cock in and out of her pussy continued, his balls slapping against her ass with every forward thrust.

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” Kelly cried with every thrust, dropping her hands from his neck and reaching down to grab her own breasts, squeezing them hard in her hands as Marty pounded his cock in and out of her over and over again.  “Fuck me, Marty, fuck me!  Fuck me hard, make me cum!” she cried, biting her bottom lip as Marty thrust his rock-hard cock in and out of her over and over again.  The lust was burning brightly in her eyes as Marty looked down into them, and he was pretty sure she was seeing the same thing in his eyes as well.

Without slowing the motions of his hips Marty repositioned his hands, sliding his arms behind Kelly’s knees and then putting them back down on the bed on either side of her, spreading her legs out wide and lifting her hips up off of the bed.  The change in the angle let him drive his cock deeper into her wet pussy while keeping her immobilized and helpless; all she could do was lay there and let him fuck her – which is exactly what she wanted.

“Yes!  Oh my God, yes!” Kelly cried as Marty drove his cock deep into her pussy again and again.  She reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit hard and fast, anxious to cum on his cock.  She looked up into his eyes, her own eyes hooded as she gasped for breath, her hand rubbing her mound and clit furiously while he pounded his cock in and out of her relentlessly.  It didn’t take long for her to feel her orgasm building, and she knew she was going to cum fast and hard – very hard.

“I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, her mouth hanging open, her feet bouncing in the air as Marty continued pounding her with his cock.  The cabin was filled with the sounds and aromas of sex, Marty’s balls slapping against Kelly’s ass with every forward thrust of his hips.  His upper body was glistening with a fine layer of sweat and he was breathing hard as well, feeling his own orgasm beginning to build.

“You first,” he gasped, and that was all the encouragement Kelly needed.  Her orgasm hit a split second later, exploding inside her like a hand grenade and making Kelly cry out in ecstasy.  She gritted her teeth and grimaced, her eyes squeezed shut, as the waves of pleasure went crashing through her like a tsunami, continuing to rub her clit furiously as her entire body was rocked with the force of her orgasm.

Marty could feel her body tensing as she came beneath him, and when he felt her pussy clutching and grabbing at his cock while she came that was all he needed to cum as well.  He groaned and thrust his hips forward as his own orgasm hit, his cock exploding inside Kelly’s clutching, gripping pussy.  He moaned as his cock pumped and pulsed inside her, blasting stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.  She felt him cumming and grabbed his hips with her hands, pulling him into her and urging him to fill her up with his cum.

“Give it to me!  Give it to me!  Fill me up, fill me up with your cum!” she gasped, urging him on.  She could feel his cock pumping inside her and lifted her hips up higher to let him in as far as he could go.  Marty drove his hips forward and buried his cock into her as deeply as he could, holding it there as his orgasm ran its course.  When his cock finally stopped pumping inside her it left him gasping for breath, his mouth hanging open as he fought to control his breathing.  He looked down into her eyes, smiling as he did.

“Holy hell, that was intense!” he gasped, one side of his mouth turning up in a crooked grin.

“Just like I wanted! Thank you!” Kelly replied, returning his grin.  She pulled him up against him again and squeezed her pussy around his cock to milk the last bit of cum from him, and after a few moments more Marty sat up, lifting his hands from the bed and releasing her legs.  She let her feet fall to the bed, keeping his cock inside her as she, too, panted and gasped for breath.  After a few moments Marty moved to lay beside her on the bed, his softening cock slipping out of her as he moved.  He lay on his back and she snuggled up next to him, pressing her breasts against his chest as he put his arm around her, her leg draped over his stomach and nudging his cock in the process.

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to beat, you know,” he said, looking down at the top of her head.

“Well, we have all night to try, don’t we?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling.  “Besides, I’m quite sure you won’t have any problem getting it up at least twice more before the night is through, will you, Skipper?” she asked.

“With you, no, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he replied, grinning at her.

“That’s what I love about younger men,” she said, laying her head on his chest as she spoke, resting her hand on his chest as well.  “So much stamina, and so much cum!” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

“We’re not going to be getting much sleep tonight, are we?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nope!” she replied without lifting her head from his chest. 

And she was right.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, and after a quick breakfast and some coffee they were both ready to set sail for Andros.  Kelly untied the boat while Marty started the engine, and as soon as they were out of the harbor they both went about raising sail.  Soon they were under full sail, riding the wind and the waves back to Andros.  Marty concentrated on steering the boat while Kelly sunbathed on the cabin roof as she did the previous day, and when it came time for lunch she went down to the main cabin and made them both sandwiches, preferring to eat on the fly instead of lowering the sails and putting out the sea anchor.  She sat in a canvas deck chair next to Marty who stood at the ship’s wheel as he ate, enjoying everything about the day. 

Marty was shirtless as usual, and as she looked up at him she got a sudden urge, a craving that she knew she had to satisfy, so without a word she got up from the chair and got down on her knees between him and the wheel, reaching up to pull down his zipper.

“Kelly, what are you doing?” he asked out of reflex, knowing full well what she was getting ready to do.

“Just drive the boat,” she replied, looking up at him and grinning. 

“Steer,” he said, looking down as he corrected her.

“Huh?” she said, pausing as she opened his fly and looking up at him, confused.

“Steer, not drive,” he said, grinning down at her.

“Drive, steer, whatever!” she replied, grinning back up at him. 

She looked back down as she reached inside his shorts, grabbing his soft cock in her hand and pulling it out.  She immediately sucked it into her mouth, sliding it in and out of her mouth like a big strand of spaghetti, loving the feeling of the shaft growing in her mouth.  She moaned as his cock quickly grew longer, harder, and thicker, reaching inside his shorts to pull out his balls as well as she began sliding her mouth up and down on his now rock-hard cock.

Marty looked down at her for a few moments, then taking a quick look around to make sure they were the only boat in the area.  They were, and after checking his heading once again he looked down and watched Kelly working on his cock.

‘Man, can this woman suck a dick!’ he thought to himself, watching Kelly’s head bobbing as she slid her mouth up and down the length of his shaft over and over again.  She wanted him to cum and to cum quickly, so she was using all of her skills and every trick in the book to make him cum.

And she didn’t have long to wait.  It only took a few minutes for her to have him blowing his load into her waiting mouth and down her throat, and she kept her mouth clamped to his cock as  it pumped and pulsed on her tongue, his balls emptying themselves into her mouth.  When he finished cumming she sucked him clean, swallowing his load with a smile, then tucked his softening cock back into his shorts.  Then she got up and went back over to the deck chair and sat down, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her face.

“But what about you?” Marty asked.

“I got what I wanted,” she replied, looking at him and giving him a demure smile.  “Besides, you can take care of me tonight!  After all, I don’t have to leave until tomorrow,” she said.

“I kind of thought you’d be staying in town tonight,” he replied, being honest with her.

“Think again!” she said, her smile turning into a grin.  He looked over at her in pleasant surprise, his face breaking out in a grin as well.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be one hell of a night!” he said, looking back up and checking his course again.

And he was right.  It was indeed one hell of a night, one they would both remember for the rest of their lives.

The next morning Marty was already on deck when Kelly came up, clad in his usual attire of faded Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, deck shoes, and, of course, his dingy white captain’s hat.  He was sitting in one of the deck chairs next to the ship’s wheel when Kelly emerged from the cabin, a mug of coffee in his hand.

“Good morning!” he said cheerily, lifting his mug to her.

“Good morning, Skipper!” she replied, returning his grin.  “You got one of those for me, by any chance?” she asked, nodding towards his coffee mug.  He reached down and picked up a full mug from the deck next to him, holding it out to her.  She dropped her bag on the deck and took it from him, taking a sip as soon as she got it in her hands,

“Bless you, sir!” she said, grinning at him.  She leaned back against the cabin as she drank her coffee, both of them not speaking but just enjoying the coffee, the morning, and their last few minutes together.  It had been quite a memorable and most enjoyable trip for the both of them, and they were both sad to see it end.

“So tell me, do you ever think you’ll be back down this way again?” Marty asked over the lip of his mug.

“If not, I’ll certainly make up a reason to come down here!” she replied, grinning at him.  “Provided you’ll be available for charter, that is,” she said, toying with him.

“Oh, I think you can pretty much count on that!” he replied, grinning back.

“Thank you, Marty, for a most memorable trip,” she said, meaning it.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he said, standing up and walking over to her.  “It’s been a long time, a very long time, since I’ve been with a woman like you,” he said, his voice soft.  “I just hope it’s not the last time.”

“It won’t be, I promise,” she replied, looking up into his eyes.  “I know a good thing when I see one, and you most certainly are a good thing!” she said, smiling.

“Thank you, Kelly,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Skipper,” she replied, looking into his eyes for a few moments longer before speaking again.

“And now I have to get going.  I have a plane to catch, and the airport is on the other side of the island, so I’d better get moving,” she said, handing her now-empty mug to Marty.  She picked her bag up from the deck and slung it over her shoulder, turning to walk over to the gangplank.  Marty followed, putting the empty mugs on the cabin roof for the moment.  When she got to the gangplank she stopped and turned, looking at him once more.

“Let me walk you down to the taxi stand,” he said, resting one hand on the ship’s railing.

“No, that’s okay, you stay here,” she replied, putting her hand on his chest.  “I’m a big girl, I can find my own way.  Besides, this way you can have one last look at my ass before I go!” she said, grinning at him.

“If you say so,” he replied, looking down at her.  “Have a safe trip, Kelly,” he said, his voice soft.  She looked up at him for a moment, then pulled his face down to hers to give him one last, brief kiss before leaving.

“Thank you again, Marty,” she said, rubbing the side of his face with her hand.  “I’ll be back, I promise!” she said.

“I’ll be here,” he replied.  She gave him one last smile and then turned to walk down the gangplank.  Marty stood on the deck and watched her walking down the dock, past the ‘Sea Tramp’ gently bobbing at its mooring on her way to the main building, thankful for the chance to watch her ass swinging one last time before she left.  He grinned as he watched her go, and when she got to the main walkway she turned and waved, a smile on her face.

He waved back, returning her smile, and then she was gone, walking into the main building and out of sight.  He stood there for a moment longer, then walked over to retrieve the mugs from the cabin roof.  He took them down into the galley to wash them out, already looking forward to Kelly’s next visit.

Kelly sat in the back of the taxi as it bounced along the road on the way to the airport, a smile on her face as she thought about the past two days on board the ‘Seeker’ with Marty and thinking about how she was going to come up with a way to get back down to Andros again.

And the sooner the better.

Fini.

Stepdaughter's Seduction

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

The more he thought about it, the more Tony thought that his new 18-year-old stepdaughter, Angela, was trying to seduce him.  And the really bad thing was that she had just the kind of body and looks that would do it.  With her long, wavy black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes and big, soft lips, she had the dark, sensuous look that just drove him wild (which was one of the reasons he’d married her mother, Nadia).  She also had a pair of the biggest, heaviest tits he’d ever seen in real life, something else that attracted him to her since he’d always been a ‘big tit’ man.   He’d been sexually attracted to her as soon as he laid eyes on her for the first time, thanks to those dark looks and killer tits of hers.

Angela was 5’4” tall and weighed around 110 pounds, measuring in (as he found out when he and his new wife took her to buy a new bikini last month) at 36-27-36.  In addition to her measurements he also found out during her fitting that she wore a 32H bra, the knowledge of which made it even more difficult to keep from staring at her. When she came out of the fitting room wearing the first of many bikinis that she would try on, Tony thought he was going to bust a nut in his pants right then and there.  The black bikini she was wearing left little to the imagination, a generous amount of side boob splaying out from the cups that were (barely) holding in her big tits, and the French cut bottoms did a very good job of showcasing her full, rounded ass.  By the time she had finished modeling no less than six bikinis Tony had a boner that was so hard it hurt, and it took considerable cleverness on his part to hide it as the three of them walked out of the shop with Angela holding a bag that contained two bikinis, one white and the other black.

That was five days ago, and thinking back on it Tony was pretty sure the seduction had started the next day.  He was sitting at the small kitchen table drinking his morning coffee and catching up on the news on his tablet when Angela came in, and when he saw what she was wearing he almost choked on his coffee.

“Morning, Daddy!” she said, flashing a big grin at him as she went breezing by on her way over to the refrigerator to get a small bottle of orange juice (she never drank coffee).  She was wearing a skin-tight white cotton ribbed sleeveless shirt that had been cut off just below her breasts and an equally tight pair of royal blue gym shorts with white trim that showed a generous amount of the underside of her butt cheeks.  When she bent over to get a bottle of juice out of the refrigerator she gave him a spectacular view of her rounded, shapely ass, not to mention the outline of her pubic mound under the shorts.  It was very plain to see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shorts.

‘She must shave her pussy,’ Tony thought to himself as he looked at her.  When she turned around to walk out of the kitchen he saw that she was also braless, her big, heavy tits bouncing beneath the shirt as she walked out of the room, the nipples standing out against the fabric.

“See you later, Daddy!” she said, giggling as she walked out of the room.  When she came out of her room about an hour later she was wearing the same outfit, and when he asked her what her plans were for the day she both pleased and dismayed him with her response.

“I don’t have any plans for today, Daddy!” she said, smiling at him as she sat cross-legged on the couch.  “I have the day off from my part-time job today, so I thought I’d just hang around the house and spend the day with my new daddy!” she said, giving him a big smile, her eyes sparkling.  Tony had a job that allowed him to work from home, and she had obviously decided to take advantage of that.

To say the rest of the day was torture for him to watch his stepdaughter bouncing around the house in the outfit she was wearing would have been the understatement of the day.

She was gone to her part-time job for most of the day the following day, but she managed to give him another free show in the morning when he was in the kitchen drinking his coffee and she came in to get her juice.  Only this time she was wearing a loose-fitting tank top with pink panties under it, and he got a very good look at the side of her big, heavy tits as she went by.  He got another look at her in the same outfit later that night before she went to bed, and Tony was thankful that her mother was upstairs taking a bath so that she didn’t see it when Angela came over to him to kiss him goodnight.

“Goodnight, Daddy!” she said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek and giving him a perfect few down the front of her shirt at her big breasts hanging down from her chest.  Then she was gone, her ass wiggling as she walked away with a big smile on her face.

The fourth day found both he and Angela in the house by themselves again, her mom at work and Angela having the day off once more.  He was in his home office working on a project that needed to be completed that day when Angela came bouncing into the room.  She was a naturally vivacious girl to begin with, and she was in rare form today.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said, her big, heavy tits bouncing on her chest as she came skipping into the room with a big smile on her face.  She was wearing a white flowered halter top and a pair of ragged denim cutoff shorts, and since Tony’s desk faced the door to his office he had a perfect view of her as she came skipping into the room, her big tits bouncing around in her halter top like two puppies in a sack trying to get out.  He immediately felt his cock twitch at the sight of her.

“Hi, Angela,” he said, returning her smile.  She went over to the big, plush chair that sat off to the side from where the desk was and sat down, tucking one leg under her as she did.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked, still smiling at him, her big, brown eyes sparkling.

“Oh, nothing, just working on something for the job,” he said, sitting back in his chair and stretching, clasping his hands above his head and stretching, extending his arms out above him.  “I have a project that I have to get done today, so I’ll be in here for most of the day,” he said, lowering his arms down to his lap.

“That’s okay, Daddy, I won’t bother you, I’ll leave you alone so you can get your work done,” she said, giving him a slightly evil smile with only one side of her mouth turned up.

‘Like she knows something I don’t know,’ Tony thought to himself about that smile.

“I just have one question I wanted to ask you, okay, Daddy?” she said, sitting up in the chair.

“Sure, Angela, what’s that?” he asked, sitting back in his chair and swiveling it to look at her.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked in her best ‘little girl’ voice.

‘Uh-oh!’ Tony thought to himself, his guard going up.  He had to be careful from this point out and he knew it.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, meaning it.   She was, after all, a knockout of the first order, and he had a feeling she already knew that.  “I think you’re very pretty,” he said.

“You do?” she asked, her face brightening up.

“Yes, I do,” he said.

“You don’t think my tits are too big?” she asked, sitting up straight and thrusting her considerable chest out at him, then lifting them up in both hands as she looked at him, a sly smile on her face.

‘Holy shit!’ Tony thought to himself.

“No, I don’t,” he replied, not knowing what else to say.

“How about my butt?” she said, jumping up from the chair and spinning around to face away from him, standing with her feet together and looking over her shoulder at him as she continued.  “You don’t think my butt’s too big?” she said, reaching around and putting her hands under the rounded globes of her ass, bouncing them as she spoke.  Tony almost swallowed his tongue as he replied.

“Well, uh…no, I don’t,” he said, stammering as he fought to maintain control.

“Are you sure, Daddy?  Maybe if you got a better look…” she said, quickly unfastening her cutoffs and pushing them down her legs, bending over and showing him her naked ass, clad only in a pair of pink thong panties.

“Angela!” Tony said, knowing that he had to say something but not really wanting to.

“What, Daddy?” she said, looking back at him, not moving to cover up.

“You really shouldn’t be showing me your butt like that, it’s not right,” he said, stammering just a little.  And he noticed that he was right – she shaved her pussy.

“It’s okay, Daddy, it’s just a butt!  And you’ve seen my butt before when I was trying on those bikinis a few days ago,” she said, pulling up her shorts and fastening them closed.  “Besides, it’s not like I’m your real daughter or anything like that, you know,” she said, turning around to face him, the same sly smile on her face.

“Still,” he tried to protest, falling far short.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Daddy!” she said, walking over to him, her big tits swaying as she moved.  “I’ll leave you alone now and let you get back to work!” she said, bending over to kiss him on the cheek.

‘And take care of that big boner I see in your shorts!’ she thought to herself, glancing down at the lump in her stepfather’s shorts.  Then she stood up and was gone, bouncing out of the room just as she had come in, but giving him a good look at her ass this time instead of her tits.

“Holy shit!” Tony said softly to himself, unconsciously rubbing the lump of his hard cock under his shorts.  When he realized what he was doing he stopped, flustered, pulling his hand away and trying to get back to work.

The next day he was in his office working again when Angela came home from her part-time job.  He could hear the rustling of shopping bags as she came down the hallway to his office, and he correctly guessed that she had gone shopping after she got off work.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said brightly, standing in the doorway of his office.  She was still wearing her work attire which consisted of a slightly form-fitting short sleeved white button-up shirt, gray slacks and black pumps, and she had two shopping bags in each hand.

“Hi, Angela,” he said, looking up at her and smiling.  “Been shopping, I see!” he said, nodding at the bags in her hands.

“I have, and I bought a couple of things that I want a man’s opinion on, so if you don’t mind I’d like to change into them and show them to you so you can tell me what you think,” she said.

“Now?” he asked.

“Yes, if you’re not too busy, that is,” she replied, meaning it.

“Of course not,” he said, sitting back in his chair and smiling.  “I’m never too busy for you or your mom, you know that,” he said, also meaning it.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she replied, smiling.  “I’ll go change and will be back in a few minutes!” she said, and then she was gone, headed towards her room.

“I wonder what’s she’s up to today?” he said softly to himself.  A few minutes later she appeared in the doorway of his office again, this time wearing a pink wrap-around satin robe with blousy sleeves and a sash holding it closed. 

“Well, what do you think, Daddy?” she said, turning around so that Tony could see her front and back.  When she turned away from him he saw that the robe was very short, stopping just below the bottoms of her asscheeks.  He was sure that if she bent over even and inch she’d be showing him her pussy.

“I think it’s very pretty, and it looks really good on you,” he said, telling the truth.

“Good!  I’m glad you like it!” she said, untying the sash holding the robe closed.  “Now what do you think of this?” she said, pulling the robe open and grinning as she held it open.

“Holy shit!” Tony gasped when he got a look at what she was wearing beneath the robe.

Angela was wearing a light pink flowered see-through push-up bra and matching panties.  Her large, dark areolas were plainly visible inside the cups of the bra as was the dark patch of pubic hair trimmed in a ‘landing strip’ inside her matching panties.   She stood there holding the robe open, grinning from ear to ear when she saw the look on her stepdad’s face as he ogled her body.

“Well?  What do you think, Daddy?” she asked, her voice soft.  “Do you like it?”

“Angela, I…” he started to say, stopping to search for the right words.  “You shouldn’t…I mean, I shouldn’t…be seeing you…like this,” he stammered, unable to take his eyes from her spectacular body.  Her stomach was flat with just a hint of softness to it, her waist tapered, and her thighs smooth and inviting.  Her nipples were hard inside the cups of the bra, and he could feel his cock beginning to respond when he looked down at the dark patch of pubic hair visible through her panties.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she asked again, her voice soft and seductive.  He looked up and into her eyes as he spoke, knowing what he should say but saying what he felt instead.

“Yes,” he said, his voice soft.  She walked over to his desk and around to the side to stand next to him as he sat in his chair, still holding the robe open, and he swiveled the chair to face her as she stopped.

“Do you think I’m sexy, Daddy?” she said, her voice soft and sultry, her eyes hooded.

“Yes, I do,” he said in a low voice, looking up from her mound to her eyes as he continued.  “I think you’re very sexy, Angela,” he replied, feeling his resistance crumbling as he felt his cock getting harder.

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?” she said, her voice a sultry whisper now.  He paused, looking into her eyes for a moment before he replied.

“Yes, I do,” he said.  “God help me, but yes, I do!”

‘GOTCHA!’ she thought to herself, a big grin crossing her face.

“That’s good, Daddy, because I want to fuck you, too!” she said, walking over to his chair as she slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  Then she sat on his lap, straddling him with one shapely leg on either side of him as he sat in his armless office chair.  She could feel the hard lump of his cock pressing against the front of her mound, and this made her smile even bigger.

“I want to fuck you so bad!” she whispered, taking his face in her hands and lifting it up as she lowered hers down to his.  Their lips touched, her lips soft and warm against his as she held his face in her hands.  He hesitantly put his hands on her hips as the kiss deepened, their lips parting more as her tongue slipped into his mouth to find his own.  He slid his arms around her as the kiss deepened, his cock growing bigger and harder by the moment.  Angela pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, sliding one hand around to place it on the back of his head to hold his head in place as she fucked his mouth with her tongue, nearly filling his mouth with it.  She felt him take a deep breath as she did this, and knew that her suspicions about him were right.

He liked to be controlled, to be dominated, and she intended to take full advantage of it.

She caught his tongue between her lips and sucked on it like she would a cock, pulling it into her mouth as she pushed her mound forward against the hard bulge in his pants.  She heard him moan softly as she did this, also feeling his arms sliding around her waist.

‘Oh, fuck yes!’ he thought to himself, feeling the last little bit of his willpower slip away as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.  He moaned again as she took her hands from his face and reached around behind her, grabbing her hands and bringing them around front to her breasts as she continued sucking on his tongue.  She pushed his hands onto her breasts and squeezed them, telling him to squeeze her breasts, and he did.  He closed his hands on the big, heavy globes, surprised at how firm they were despite their great size.  It was her turn to moan now as his fingers gripped her tits, and she put her hands back on his face as she ground her pussy down against his cock.

Angela finally let his tongue go from between her lips, sitting back and looking into his eyes, panting slightly as she reached around behind her to unfasten her bra.  She got it unhooked quickly, then pulled it from her shoulders and out from under his hands, keeping her eyes on his as she tossed it onto his desk.  He kept his hands on her breasts, feeling her soft skin against his, the hard nipples pressing into his palms as he squeezed and massaged them.  She put one hand on the back of his head and the other under her left breast, pushing his head down as she lifted her breast up to meet it.  He moved his hand out of the way and opened his mouth, clamping his lips onto the soft skin of her breast right on her areola.  He sucked the hard nipple into his mouth, making Angela gasp as she held his head down against her breast with her hand still on the back of his head.

“Oh, my God, yes, Daddy, yessss!” she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations racing through her.  Tony sucked hard on her nipple, something that she loved, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as a result.  Then he switched sides, moving his lips to the other breast, and Angela gasped as he latched on to the other nipple and began sucking hard.  She kept one hand on the back of his head but dropped the other down to his crotch and began kneading the hard lump of his cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts.  She could feel the heat from his hard shaft through the light cotton material, some of his precum soaking through.  As good as what he was doing to her breasts felt, Angela knew that she had to get his cock in her mouth, and she had to get it in there now!.

“I’m going to suck your cock now, Daddy!” she said as she got up from his lap, pulling her breasts out of the grasp of his sucking mouth.  She looked him in the eyes as she put her hands on his knees and spread his legs far apart, then dropped down to her knees between them.  She kept her eyes on his as she deftly unfastened his shorts, pulled the zipper down and reached inside to grab his cock.  She wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft and immediately pulled it out, holding on to it as she pulled his balls out with her other hand as well.  Once she had his cock and balls out only then did she break her gaze with him, looking down at the bulbous head of his cock right in front of her face.  She squeezed his shaft hard in her hand, pumping it slowly, and was rewarded with a big drop of clear precum appearing at the tip.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” she said, one side of her mouth turning up in a grin as she spoke.  Then she opened her mouth and bent her head forward, dropping her mouth down onto the head of his cock.  She closed her soft, full lips around the shaft right behind the flared ridge and sucked hard, a lot harder than Tony expected.  She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she tasted his salty precum on her tongue, pumping his cock with her hand and sucking hard on the head to get more out of him.  She looked up at him for a moment with the head of his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed in from the suction she was applying, tugging on his balls as she pumped his cock with her hand.

Then Angela lowered her eyes and went to work, sliding her mouth down his cock slowly and deliberately, running her long, talented tongue over and around the shaft as she did.  Tony watched in amazement as she took his entire cock into her mouth in one long, slow movement, moving her hand out of the way as her mouth went lower on his cock.  She paused for a moment when she had it all in her mouth, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she ran her tongue around the shaft.  Then she slid her mouth back up his cock, slowly, again running her tongue over and around it as she sucked on it hard.  She stopped with just the head of his cock still in her mouth, and without hesitation began sliding her mouth back down onto his cock again.

‘Holy shit, can she suck a cock!’ Tony thought to himself as he watched his new stepdaughter’s mouth sliding slowly up and down the length of his hard shaft, her eyes closed as she concentrated on what she was doing.  The room was filled with the soft slurping sounds of the blowjob she was giving him, his cock wet and glistening with her saliva.  Angela looked up at him every now and then, her almond eyes sparkling as she sucked his dick, clearly enjoying what she was doing.  After a few minutes of this most blissful torture she slipped her mouth from his cock, wrapping her hand around it and pumping it firmly and slowly as she spoke, a seductive smile on her face.

“I could make you cum like this, Daddy, but I’ll save that for next time,” she said, looking up at him, her lips shiny with her spit.  “Right now I want to feel this big, hard cock of yours in my tight little pussy!” she said, her eyes sparkling.  Then she dove back down onto his cock again, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft a couple of times before letting it go and standing up in front of him.  She looked him in the eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down over her hips and thighs, letting them fall around her feet and giving him his first good unobstructed look at her pussy.  Her pubic hair was thick and lush, neatly trimmed into a narrow landing strip that stopped right above her slit.  Much to his delight he saw that her pussy lips were shaven smooth, and he could smell her musk. 

“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.  She ran her hand down her stomach to her mound, rubbing it firmly as she stood in front of him.  He looked up at her and saw the look of pure lust in her eyes, and he instinctively knew he was in for something special. 

“You’re going to like it even more when you see my pussy swallowing up your big, hard cock!” she said, a seductive smile on her face.

Angela looked down at him for another moment before she stepped out of the panties and then stepped forward, straddling him again, her big, heavy tits swaying with her movements.   She put her hands on his shoulders for support as she got into position, then kept one hand on his shoulder as she reached down with the other to grab his cock and point it up at her pussy.  Her eyes hooded and her breath coming faster at the thought of what was about to happen, she rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her wet and slippery outer lips a few times before she placed it at the opening to her pussy and sat down, taking the head of his cock inside her easily.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned as she sat down on his cock, taking nearly all of it inside her tight, wet pussy in one motion.  “You fill me up so good, Daddy!” she said, lowering her head and looking at Tony, her eyes hooded with desire, her mouth hanging open as she worked all of his cock into her very tight and very wet pussy.

Tony watched in amazement as Angela swallowed up his cock with her pussy, sliding it up and down in small strokes as she worked to get it all inside her.  She was very tight and very wet, and when she finally got all of his cock inside her it felt like his cock was being gripped with a tight, wet, velvet glove.  She pushed one last time, driving her mound hard against his, leaning back a little to get every little bit of his cock as deep inside her as she could.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned loudly, her head back and her eyes closed, hanging onto Tony’s shoulder’s for support as she took the last little bit of his cock inside her pussy, grinding her mound down onto him.  Then she lowered her head and looked at him, the fires of desire burning brightly in her eyes, and began to move.  She kept her eyes locked onto his as she began moving her hips, sliding her pussy slowly up and down his shaft a few inches, her big, heavy tits swaying on her chest as she moved.  Tony looked down and watched as she fucked him, her pussy sliding up and down on his cock, the shaft shiny and slick with her juices.

“I’m going to milk the cum out of you, Daddy,” she said, her voice low and husky as she moved on top of him.  “I’m going to squeeze that hard cock of yours with my tight little pussy until it explodes inside me,” she gasped, riding him a little faster, “and I’m going to keep on squeezing it until I’ve milked every last drop out of those big, heavy balls of yours!” 

Just then Tony felt her clamp down on his cock with her pussy, squeezing it just as she said she would.  Tony had been with women who could do this before, but he’d never been with one who could squeeze as hard as Angela could. She had obviously practiced the Kegel maneuver quite a bit, and she was very, very good at it.  One corner of her mouth turned up in a smile as she saw the look of surprise on his face at just how hard she was squeezing his cock with her pussy.

“Bet you’ve never had a woman squeeze your cock this hard before, huh, Daddy?” she asked, proud of herself.

“That’s incredible!” he replied, looking up at her as she rode him, gripping and squeezing his cock as she moved.  Angela leaned forward and brought her face right up to his, nose to nose, looking deep into his eyes as she spoke.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” she whispered.  Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him again, sliding her lithe tongue into his mouth to find and dance with his own as she moved on top of him a little faster.  Then she clamped her lips around his tongue once more, sucking it into her mouth as she increased the tempo of her hips, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock harder and faster.  Tony reached up and grabbed her big, heavy tits in his hands, squeezing the firm globes hard and making Angela moan in response.  In response Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, increasing the tempo of her hips as she fucked him, sliding her gripping, squeezing pussy up and down his hard shaft faster and faster.

Tony had never been fucked by any woman like this before, and it wasn’t long before he felt his orgasm start to build in the base of his balls.  Both of them were breathing harder through their noses, Tony trapped by Angela’s sucking on his tongue and her arms wrapped around his neck.  She was breathing faster now, too, moaning as she squeezed his cock with her pussy.  Tony squeezed her tits harder in response, eliciting a longer, louder moan from her and a quick bucking of her hips against him.

“Give it to me, Daddy!” she gasped in his ear, releasing his tongue from her sucking mouth to speak.  “Give it to me!  Give me that hot cum!” she said, biting on his earlobe and then sucking it into her mouth.

Angela had no way of knowing it (unless her mom had already told her) but she had just hit one of his ‘hot spots,’ and he felt her sucking on his earlobe all the way down to his balls.  When she ran her tongue over and around his ear and then shoved it inside, he jumped in his chair and squeezed her tits harder, letting out a loud grunt as he did.

Angela giggled at his response, squeezing his cock harder with her pussy as a result.  He was seconds away from cumming, and she was intent on making him cum as hard as she possibly could.  She pushed her tongue in and out of his ear and then sucked on his earlobe again, squeezing his cock with her pussy as hard as she possibly could.  When she shoved her tongue into his ear again she got what she wanted almost immediately.

Tony felt his orgasm building quickly as she fucked his ear with her tongue, sucking on his earlobe again as she rode him hard and fast, gripping and squeezing his cock with her pussy as she did.  Then she shoved her tongue back into his ear hard, and that did it.  He felt his cock expand and then explode inside her as his orgasm hit hard.

“HHNNNNGGHHHH!” Tony grunted loudly through clenched teeth, his body tensing and his hips driving up as his cock exploded inside Angela’s clutching, squeezing pussy.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as his cock pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her, and he vaguely heard her laughing with glee as his cock quickly filled her up with his cum.

“YES, DADDY, YES!” she cried, grinning and laughing as she felt his cock pumping and pulsing inside her.  She pushed her hips hard against him to drive her pussy down onto his cock as far as she could, holding it there while contracting her inner muscles and squeezing it harder than ever as it pumped and throbbed inside her.  She could feel his hot cum filling her up, driving her tongue back into his ear to urge him to cum harder.

Tony grunted loudly as his orgasm continued, his cock pumping and spurting inside Angela until he thought his brains were going to come out of the end of his dick.  Finally, almost thankfully, the pulsing of his cock slowed as his orgasm began to fade, and when it was over and the throbbing in his cock had stopped it left him breathless.  He felt Angela release his cock from her pussy’s grasp for a moment before clamping down on it again, slowly lifting herself up to drag her pussy up the length of his shaft and squeeze every last bit of cum out of him.  She put her feet down on the floor as she lifted her pussy free of his cock, letting it go to slap wetly against his abdomen.  He dropped his arms onto his thighs as she lifted her upper body away from him, looking down at him with a big, satisfied smile on her face.

Then she dropped down to her knees between his legs again, grabbing his cock and lifting it up, then sucking it into her mouth.  She slid her mouth all the way down onto his cock and then sucked hard, harder than before, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft and slowly pulling her wet, sucking mouth back up his cock towards the head.  She wrapped her hand around the shaft and pulled on his cock, gripping it tightly on the way up to push the last remnants of his cum up his shaft and out into her mouth.  She did this twice, making Tony jump each time she got to the overly sensitive head of his cock, and when she was satisfied she had sucked him dry she let go of his cock and sat back on her haunches, leaning back on her hands and looking up at him with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Mmmmmm, you taste good, Daddy!” she said, licking her lips.

“Holy shit, that was incredible!” Tony gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“If you think that was good, just wait until I get you on my bed!  Then I’m really going to wear you out!” she said, grinning up at him. 

“But you didn’t cum,” he said, feeling a little guilty.

“That’s okay, Daddy, really,” Angela said as she got to her feet, picking up her panties along the way.  “I don’t need to cum every time I have sex.  As long as I make the man cum, I’m happy!” she said, taking a couple of steps towards him and standing between his feet, bending over and putting her hands behind his neck, her big tits hanging down as she did.

“But if it will make you feel better, I promise I’ll let you make me cum first next time!  Okay, Daddy?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

“Okay, Angela,” he replied, returning her smile.

“Good!” she said, giving him a quick kiss before standing up.  “Now I’m going to go get cleaned up before Mommy comes home!” she said, turning to walk away and picking up her bra from his desk as she did.  She picked up the silk robe on her way out, giving Tony a good look at her wiggling ass as she walked and a glimpse at her shiny wet pussy lips when she bent down to pick up the robe.  Then she was gone, leaving Tony sitting in his chair, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened and everything that was going to happen as his cock slowly softened in his crotch.  A few moments later he came to his senses, tucking his cock back into his shorts and zipping them up, then trying to pick up his work where he had left off.

But try as he might, all he could think of was what had just happened, and how he was going to keep his new wife from finding out about it.

Later that evening Tony, Nadia, and Angela were sitting at the dinner table enjoying some takeout Chinese food, talking and laughing and just generally having a good time while enjoying each other’s company.  Then Nadia asked Angela a question, the answer to which changed both the course of the evening and the course of Tony’s life, if not of the lives of everyone sitting at the table.

“So, Angela, what did you do with your day today?” Nadia asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Well, first I went shopping, and after I came home I went into Daddy’s office to show him what I bought,” she said, pausing to take a sip of her soda.

‘Uh-oh!’ Tony thought, trying to maintain a poker face as he dreaded what she was going to say next.

“Then what?” Nadia asked, smiling at her daughter.

“Then I gave Daddy a blowjob, and after that I fucked him and made him cum inside my pussy!” she said, looking over at Tony and grinning from ear to ear.

Tony was flabbergasted to say the least.  He was stunned into silence, feeling all of the blood drain from his face, and before he could say anything Nadia spoke again.

“Did you do what I told you to do?” Nadia asked, looking over at Tony and smiling.

“Yes, I did, and you were right, Mommy!” Angela said, also looking over at Tony as she spoke.  “His ears are really sensitive just like you said, and when I pushed my tongue into his ear he came almost right away!”

‘WHAT?  Hey, wait a minute…what?!?’ Tony thought to himself, looking from one woman to the next while his brain tried to sort out what he had just heard.

“Did he cum hard?” Nadia asked Angela but not giving her time to reply before she looked over at Tony again as she continued.  “Did you cum hard, baby?” she asked, her voice soft, her eyes sparkling.

“What?  Uh..well, uh…yeah, yeah I did,” he replied, struggling to regain his composure and make sense of what he was hearing.  His reply made both women laugh, and he looked from one to the other and back as they laughed.

“Oh, baby, you should see the look on your face!” Nadia said, reaching over to squeeze his hand as she spoke. 

“Really, Daddy, it’s classic!” Angela said, sitting back and putting one foot up in the chair, wrapping her arm around her knee and hugging it to her.

“I get the feeling I’ve been had,” Tony said, looking first at Nadia and then at Angela before looking back at Nadia again.  “You mean the two of you planned all this?” he asked, the realization of what had happened finally dawning on him.  “You planned for Angela to…to…” he started, Nadia finishing his sentence for him.

“To fuck you, yes, baby, we did,” she said, squeezing his hand again. 

“You see, Daddy, Mommy and I share everything with each other, and that includes men,” Angela said, smiling.  “She told me what a great dick you had, so naturally I just had to see for myself.  And she was right – you have a great dick, Daddy!” she said, her smile broadening into a grin.  “And you cum a lot, too!” she added.

“Which is something else I told you about, you know,” Nadia said, looking over at her. 

“Yeah, you did,” Angela replied, looking over at her mom.  “You were right about him liking it when the woman takes control, too,” she said, looking back at Tony as she spoke.

“Told you,” Nadia said, smiling first at her daughter and then at Tony.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Tony said, still trying to make sense of it all.

“Oh, believe it, baby, because it’s happening,” Nadia said, “and it’s going to happen again!”

“It is?” he replied, looking at his wife.

“You didn’t think that what happened today was going to be the only time we had sex, did you, Daddy?” Angela asked from across the table.  “I mean, I really haven’t had a chance to have my way with you and fuck you the way I really want to, you know?” she said, smiling.  “And I also haven’t had a chance to make you cum in my mouth so I can taste your cum before I swallow it, either!”

“And you’re okay with all this?” he asked Nadia, looking over at her.

“Let me show you just how okay I am with it,” she said, smiling sweetly at him, still holding his hand.  “Angela, dear, would you please suck your new stepfather’s dick and make him cum in your mouth?” she said, not looking at Angela but looking right into Tony’s eyes instead, the sweet smile still on her face.

“Okay, Mommy!” Angela replied eagerly, jumping out of her chair and diving under the table.  With his new wife smiling at him while holding his hand and looking him in the eyes, he felt Angela’s hands pushing his thighs apart and then unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out as soon as she got the zipper down.  Then he felt her warm, wet mouth on his flaccid cock, the lips clamping around the soft shaft as she sucked it into her mouth.  She sucked it in and out like a strand of spaghetti, and Tony felt his shaft quickly getting harder in her mouth.

“MMMMMM!” Angela moaned from under the table, making her mother’s smile get even bigger.

“She’s sucking you hard, isn’t she?” Nadia asked, her eyes sparkling.  “She just loves sucking a man hard, feeling his cock growing in her mouth!  Don’t you, Angela?” she asked, never taking her eyes off Tony’s.

“MM-HMM!” came the muffled but excited reply from under the table. 

“This is nuts!” Tony said, trying to muster a smile for his wife as her daughter began sucking his now fully erect cock in earnest, bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock, sucking hard.

“This is your life now, honey, so you might as well get used to it!” Nadia said, her smile broadening.

Tony tried to return her smile but found it difficult to do since he was awash with the erotic sensations of Angela sucking his cock under the table.  He closed his eyes and sighed as she slid her wet, sucking mouth up and down the length of his cock over and over again, intent on making him cum in her mouth as soon as possible.  He slid down in his chair just a little, and Angela dove down deeper onto his cock in return.  The wet sucking sounds of her mouth sliding up and down on his hard shaft were easily heard, and he felt his balls beginning to shift.  Nadia saw the look on his face and, knowing what was happening to her husband, spoke up again.

“It’s okay, honey, just let it happen!  Let yourself go and cum in her mouth!  It’s okay, really it is!” she urged, her voice soft and sultry, her hand gripping his more firmly.  “I want you to, baby, I want you to cum in her mouth!”

That was all it took.  Tony finally dropped all resistance and let himself go, and less than a minute later his cock was jumping and throbbing in his new stepdaughter’s mouth, filling it with cum as he came hard.  He gritted his teeth and groaned as Angela sucked his cock harder, relishing the feeling of it on her tongue as it pumped her mouth full of his cum.  She kept her lips clamped around his shaft, making sure that not so much as a single drop of his cum escaped her sucking mouth, and when he had finished cumming she milked the last of it from him the same way she had before, with her hand squeezing his cock on the way up and pushing the last bit of cum from him.  Then he felt her lips slipping from his cock as she released it from her mouth before tucking it back into his shorts, pulling up the zipper and then coming out from under the table.  She sat back in her chair and looked over at him, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him with her mouth closed.

“Did you get what you wanted, baby?” Nadia asked. 

“MM-HMM!” Angela replied with her mouth closed.  Then she opened her mouth and let them see her mouth full of Tony’s cum, lifting her tongue through it to let it run off of the sides and rolling it around in her mouth as she played with it.

“Wow, he came a lot!” Nadia said, looking over at Tony with a smile on her face.  Angela closed her mouth and swallowed before replying.

“He sure did!” she said, gasping a little as she spoke, grinning.  “Your cum tastes really good, too, Daddy!” she said, looking at him as she licked her lips.

“I don’t know what to say,” Tony said, slipping his hand out of his wife’s as he sat back in his chair.

“You don’t have to say anything, honey, you just have to sit back and enjoy it all!” Nadia replied, also sitting back in her chair. 

“This is unreal!” he replied, looking first at his wife and then at his stepdaughter, both of whom were smiling at him.

“The reality of it is that you’re our sexual play toy now, and we’re going to drain you dry of cum every chance we get.  Isn’t that right, Angela?” Nadia said, looking Tony in the eyes as she spoke.

“That’s right, Mommy!” Angela replied.  “Every chance we get!”

“Think you can handle that, honey?” Nadia asked.

“I guess we’ll find out, huh?” Tony replied, smiling for the first time as he realized just what lay ahead of him – and how much he was looking forward to it.

“I guess so!” Nadia replied, grinning across the table at him.

And as it turned out, he could handle it just fine.

Fini.