Each time that Walter looked at her, she saw love in his eyes. Even when her mom first brought him home and Mara was still in pigtails, there seemed to be some attraction between the grown up and the child. Indeed, right from the beginning the girl harbored feelings for her mom's boyfriend.
To be sure, Walter was taken by the beauty of the youngster; indeed that fact may have been in the back of his mind when he agreed to marry Angela, the girl's mother. Although he had never done anything before with an underage girl, there was something in little Mara's manner and looks that fanned forbidden desires for the child.
Mara sensed his attention in her. As with most young girls, she was too innocent to know that there was a difference between love and lust.
During the next couple of years, as she started to lose her little-girl looks, in addition to their flirting, her new step-dad began sneaking peaks at the youngster and even copping some 'accidental' feels. Mara had sometimes noticed when Walter's hands brushed her boobs and butt. However, she had never associated his touches as doing anything wrong. Unfortunately, for the young girl, she was already smitten with her mom's new husband - her new daddy - and though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she felt that she was in love with him ... and she was convinced that he had strong feelings for her.
Mara had just turned 14 when this happened. Early on in the week, Angela had told Walter that she and her two sisters were going out on their semi-annual get together, which always involved hitting a bar or two. He was upset because after the sisters' last time together, he had found sticky panties in the hamper. When he confronted his wife, she initially looked frightened, but when she realized that he really didn't have any proof of her doing anything wrong, she dismissed his suspicions as just that. Still, in his heart, Walter knew that his wife had probably slutted around. So, when she announced this week that she was going with Michelle and Yvette, he was quite upset.
After Angela left on Saturday, Walter and Mara settled in for the night to watch TV. Feeling depressed, Walter decided to drink, and opened up a bottle of gin. As he sipped his GT, Mara sat cuddled back against him. As the liquor began to loosen him up, he soon began to get ideas. While on his second drink, he asked his stepdaughter if she'd like one.
Mara looked at him with suspicion that he was putting her on. After waiting about ten seconds, she asked, "Can I?"
"As long as you don't tell your mom," he instructed.
Within the next hour, Mara not only finished a full GT, but she'd also shared a joint with him, and was now on her second drink.
Suddenly, the hidden desires that both of them had been suppressing rushed forth. First they were kissing, and that quickly escalated to where they were swapping tongues in each other's mouth. Just as quickly Walter had dropped himself back onto the couch and brought his 14-year-old stepdaughter back atop him.
Then he had the young girl in his arms, crushing her into his body, his hot mouth plunging up onto hers, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the barrier of teeth and deep to the point of choking her.
Feeling her stepfather's hands cupping her buttocks and the swelling bulge in the front of his pants pressing into her softly quivering belly, Mara's excitement quickly rose. As they kissed, she automatically sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had seemed to burst into being in her virginal loins, now seemed to be spurring her on.
At last they came up for air; he was breathing heavily into her face. "Oh baby girl, I love you so much."
Then, after extricating himself from beneath her, he was rolling her onto her back. Deftly, Walter maneuvered the youngster so she had one leg draped onto the floor and the other at the back of the couch, and he was between them, his body atop hers.
Mara gasped. She knew that this was so wrong, but she didn't care, if this was the only way she was going to have him, she just didn't care!
She felt Walter's mouth now crushing onto hers again, his tongue smashing against the hot petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her sweater, upward along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her full, bra-covered breast and smothering it in his hand, his long fingers kneading and caressing through the material while the breath seeped helplessly out of her.
"Mmmmm," she moaned into his mouth.
Mara was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never known existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at his wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly. In truth, his lust was frightening her and she didn't quite know what to do, she wanted him and yet she was afraid. At 14, she was still an innocent and although she realized what was happening, she had never experienced it, and was frightened of the unknown.
She felt him kissing her passionately now, his hand creeping up beneath her sweater to fumble at her back with the fastener of her bra, while his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly over her face. She realized that all sense of time and place were leaving her as her mother's lover urged her on.
"Mara, oh Mara," Walter moaned again.
"D-daddy, oh Walter," the young girl murmured.
"Oh Mara," he groaned. "It's been so long ... I love you so much..."
Breathlessly now, Mara gasped into Walter's mouth as his hand slipped back around and beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm flesh of her now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he pinched and rolled it gently between the thumb and forefinger, raising further unbelievable passions inside her, overwhelming any shame that she might have.
"Oh Sweetheart, we've wanted this for so long," Walter breathed hotly into her mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and cup the softness of her buttocks, "I want to fuck you so badly! You're going to love it ... every second of it."
To his surprise, the youngster groaned and pushed eagerly against him when he used that word. It was as if the word itself excited her!!!
"Daddy ... Oh Walter!" she gasped. "We ... I ... Oh, we shouldn't ... we can't... !"
Mara's brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her mother, interspersed with the face of her step-dad, flashing in and out of the youngster's mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her, along with its complete meaning, ricocheted erotically throughout her aroused senses. Yet, even as she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her restraints crumbling rapidly; the very sound of his use of that lewd, yet exciting word, strangely excited her.
"Yes ... yes, we can, baby," he whispered softly, covering her mouth with his and sucking at the youngster's lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip the zipper at the back of her slacks. Remembering her reaction just moments ago, he added, "I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly ... hold your luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy until you swear you're in heaven."
Mara stared fixedly up into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious, but passion-building word that came from his lips.
Walter saw that the young girl was aroused with his words. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that little hole between your legs like you've never dreamed of in your lifetime..." he went on, his hand slipping down inside the loosened waist of the young teen's slacks over the flat plane of her quivering belly, and slowly down to the thin, nylon-covered swell of her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal lips beneath. "And you're going to love me for it, baby ... love and beg me to fuck and suck and fuck you..."
"Ohhhhh God," Mara whimpered, breathing heavily. Her arms were clutching tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that completely bewildered the 14-year-old girl, a desire that her vibrantly aroused young body could not, and did not want to harness.
She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside her slacks pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and she knew that she was going to let him ... let him do whatever in this world he wanted to her, convinced that he loved her and not her mother!
"Are you ready, baby... ? Ready to become a woman ... my woman... ?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then abruptly lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and fucked ... made love to fully for the first time in your life... ?"
"Oh God ... Oh God, yes ... yes, Daddy," she blurted, hardly realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me ... please, love me ... Make me a woman, Walter darling... !"
Walter Ford could hardly believe the passion-choked response that gasped from his young stepdaughter's soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the heat and aroma of her young hot breath was driving him crazy, causing his mind to block out how wrong this was ... forgetting everything else in the world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!
.... There is more of this story ...