Fun With Vanessa
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, True Story, Father, Daughter, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, School,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A stepdad discovers that life with his stepdaughter will never be the same again.
At the tender age of fifteen, Vanessa was an absolute beauty! She had what I would call a "Rubenesque" body: voluptuous 36D tits, a narrow waist and round, curvaceous hips. Plus she had a beautiful face with flaxen hair, big brown eyes and full, pouting lips ... definitely any man's wet dream. I always fantasized about sliding my cock between those gorgeous lips and bathing her tonsils with a sweet load of cum.
Her sister, Sara, was only ten, but she was well on her way to being every bit as good looking as Vanessa. Because her mother was a hippie in the 70s and therefore part of the "free love" generation, Sara had a different father, which meant that she was more of the slender, athletic type. In a few years she would be as beautiful as Vanessa, but at that age she was all legs and arms. It would take her a while to grow into her body.
So, those were my stepdaughters. If I say much more about them, I'll have to go jack-off, but I want to get on with my story. I don't say anything about their mother because we are divorced now and she's not part of the story, but she was as pretty and sexy as the girls were. I don't know how I got so lucky.
I was only thirty at the time which meant that it was not unthinkable that Vanessa and Sara could have been my lovers, but in truth, I was respectful of the girls and their youthful innocence. Even though I lusted after them, I tried to be the "perfect stepfather," always watching out for their safety and making sure that they had a safe, wholesome home life. After all, stepfathers have to make sure that they are always above reproach; if any thing unsavory occurs in a blended family, the stepfather is the first to be suspected. So during the years that we were together, I never made an inappropriate comment or did anything that was even remotely distasteful. Although they were the centerpieces of many jack-off fantasies, I always kept it to myself.
That's how we lived until three years later. By then, Vanessa was a psychology major in college and Sara was a high school freshman. Their mother was a masseuse with her own business and I was a musician. As such, I worked nights until 1:00 a.m. which meant that my mornings were free. Their mother often had early appointments and I would be at home to make sure that the girls got off to school with a good breakfast. It worked out well.
Since I was a horny young man living in a houseful of beautiful women, I usually woke up every morning with a raging hard-on that I took care of before I got out of bed.
One morning, I was busy abusing myself as I fantasized about the girls when suddenly my bedroom door burst open and in rushed Vanessa to use our full-length mirror. Of course, I instantly pulled the sheet over my nakedness, but not before Vanessa got a glimpse of what I was doing. Being a modest guy, I was embarrassed about the situation.
"N-Nessa, Oh my God. I'm so sorry," I stuttered.
"Why, Bill? Because I caught you masturbating?"
My cock instantly shriveled and I must have turned ten shades of red because I was blown away that she was so blunt. I guess our little psychology major had been exposed in school to the dark behaviors of life.
"Don't freak out about it," she reassured me, "all guys do it."
Well, how about that? Vanessa knows that all guys jack-off. How sophisticated and urbane! I guess her tuition had not been wasted. My hot, sexy stepdaughter was not upset that I was jacking-off. Actually, it wasn't my fault that she caught me. The bedroom door was closed and she didn't knock before barging in ... no jury in the world would have convicted me for exposing myself to her. And why did she have to use our mirror anyway? Yes, ours is the only bedroom with a full-length mirror, but she could have just as easily used another mirror in the house. I guess women sometimes need to see themselves from head to toe. I know that we guys just care if we have matching socks on and then we're good to go.
A few days later the same damned thing happened again! I was lying in bed jacking off and on the verge of cumming with the sheet down around my knees when she charged through the bedroom door. She saw my fist around my straining cock as I raised up to grab the sheet and pull it over me. She didn't even flinch. In fact, her mouth curled into a slight grin.
"Up to it again, huh, Bill?"
This time I kept my hand on my cock and surprisingly enough, it didn't shrink. It stayed as hard as steel.
"Ness, I'm sorry, but you keep bustin' in on me."
"Well," she offered, "I need to use the mirror. You can continue after I leave."
I laid there subtly squeezing my cock as she primped her hair in the mirror. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Then after a few seconds she twirled around with a coquettish grin, said, "Have fun!" and breezed out of the room in a flurry.
I was so turned on after she left that I threw the sheet back and ripped into my cock. It was so fucking hard that I could have drilled through steel. I envisioned Vanessa watching me as I sprayed cum all over my hands and belly. In my fantasy she kept encouraging me.
"Come on, Bill, show me what you have. Show me what you're going to give me."
When I finally came, I felt my sphincter clench as the spasm started in my guts. I stroked furiously as cum raced from my balls through my cock. When it erupted from the slit, a huge wad shot straight up into a perfect arch and splatted on my chest. Then wad after wad of cum pumped out of my cock and dribbled over my fingers like a volcano. I had never cum so hard in my life. It felt like my head was exploding!
After what seemed like hours, I came out my orgasmic haze. I looked down my torso where puddles of cum laid on my belly and crotch. I scooped up some of it with my finger and put it in my mouth, imagining that Vanessa was tasting it. God, it was the best. A few minutes later I heard the front door slam and knew that the girls were on their way to school.
As I laid there, I thought about what had transpired. She knew from before that I might be doing the nasty deed, but she charged in twice so far without warning. And when she caught me jacking off, she didn't recoil in horror and run screaming out of the room. Was it possible that she wanted to catch me? Was there something going on here that I was too naïve to see? Did I dare take it any farther? I knew that if she caught me again and I openly masturbated in front of her, her reaction at the least might get me in trouble with her mother. At worst, it might land me in jail. I would really have to be careful of my choices in the future.
My decision was made for me the next morning. I was jacking off as usual with the sheet past my knees and on the verge of cumming when the door burst open. My cock erupted as Vanessa charged in and all I could do was jerk furiously in automatic mode.
"Oh, God, Ness," I gasped. "I'm sorry."
While I was swept up in the throes of orgasm and basically helpless, I saw that she was wearing just her bra and panties. I rose up to try to grab the edge of the sheet, but I couldn't reach it while I had my cock in my hand. When Vanessa saw me cumming, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh, my God, Bill!"
She watched as cum spurted over my belly and fist. There was nothing I could do. As any guy knows, once you start cumming, there's nothing in the world that can make it stop. When I was done, I collapsed back on the bed.
"Wow," exclaimed Vanessa with a grin, "that was a lot!"
I smiled at her weakly with my cock clenched in my fist. As I lay there, I looked at my 18-year-old stepdaughter and I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She was so grown up. She truly had become a woman. Dressed in only her underwear, she looked like a Victoria's Secret commercial. Her bra of course was packed full, overflowing with her incredible tits and her panties were the "V-shape" type that rides high on the hips, revealing the maximum amount of thigh. And oddly enough, even though I was in a compromising position, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. It all seemed so natural.
"Well," I whispered, "you finally saw me go all the way."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a long time to gaze up and down my body. Then she reached over and put her hand on my cum-soaked fist and cock.
"Yeah," she answered, "and I'm glad. I liked it."
I couldn't believe my ears! She was glad she saw me jack-off to completion? What was going on here?
She moved my hand away from my withering cock and replaced it with her own. She smiled as she massaged my cum into my skin, swirling it with her fingers. Then she scooped a little up with her finger and put it in her mouth.
"Ummm," she moaned, "it tastes so good."