Total Nympho: The Stacy Collection
By Virginia Wade
The horny college girls are back!
Five sexy stories of
shameless fucking and sucking…
Copyright © 2011 Virginia Wade
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Table of Contents
Stacy And The Boys
By Virginia Wade
Copyright © 2011 Virginia Wade
All Rights Reserved.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
I have been jealous of Stacy Anderson ever since I can remember. She’s my best friend, and we have been through everything together, from the first day of grade school to high school graduation. Now, before we leave for our separate universities, I find myself at her family’s lake house surrounded by the beauty of nature and the modern, yet comfortable, structure with its huge windows and expansive deck overlooking glistening water.
Stacy, blonde, blue eyed and gorgeous, has always had everything from the best houses, to the most sought after boys, to her PT Cruiser convertible, which had been a sweet sixteen present, and trips to Europe. She wouldn’t have to worry about paying for college, while I, on the other hand, would have student loans for the next thirty years. It wasn’t fair. The only dark cloud in Stacy’s young life had been her parent’s divorce and her mother’s subsequent remarriage, but even that misfortune hadn’t dampened my friend’s outlook. She seemed to adore her new stepfather and he, her.
“Are we sunbathing or what?” she asked.
I had been sitting in the family room staring out the window at the water. “Sure. I was waiting for you.” Stacy was wearing a tiny bikini which emphasized her slim waist and overflowing cleavage. My breasts were practically non-existent compared to her. Life sucks.
“Great. Let’s hit the deck.”
Once situated on a comfortable lounge chair, I asked, “Will Peter show up at some point?”
She moved long, blonde hair away from her face. “Nope. We broke up.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I’m not interested in little boys anymore.”
I turned to my side to look at her. “But you guys were so cute together. Why’d you break up?” She was rubbing suntan oil over her flat abdomen.
“I just wasn’t feelin’ it, ya know? I don’t want any attachments before school. I wanna keep my options open.”
Men fell over themselves to get near Stacy. She’d lost her virginity at fourteen, and she’d never looked back. I was pushing nineteen, and I had yet to lose mine, which irritated me no end. She was applying oil to her chest with leisurely strokes, and her abundant mounds jiggled from the contact. A slight breeze blew cooled air over the lake, visibly hardening her nipples. I chewed my lower lip as I stared at the perfection that was being massaged before my eyes.
“We should go topless,” she said. “I mean, nobody’s around. Grandma’s shopping with Frank. They won’t be back for a while. What do ya think?”
“Uh…I guess.” I had yet to detach my gaze from her bosom.
“I’ve always wanted to go topless.” She untied the bikini and flung it away. “I hope I don’t burn my tips.” She giggled.
The view was staggering. How God could bestow such bounty on one person was not only unfair, it was positively sinful. Her breasts were gloriously huge, with small pink nipples on each end and the deepest cleavage I’d ever seen. She leaned back, and the pale white masses spread across her chest and overflowed to the sides. Her eyes were closed, and the sun caressed her skin, casting a radiant glow over her flawless body.
I glanced at my own form and exhaled disappointedly. I was far too thin in every respect. My breasts barely filled the small bikini top, and my hips and thighs looked like they belonged to a child rather than a woman. I had tried to put on weight this year, but it hadn’t worked. I was far too lean from running track and playing tennis. No matter how many cheeseburgers I ate, I hadn’t changed one bit.
“There’s a party tonight,” Stacy said. “We should check it out.”
Disgusted with myself, I laid back and closed my eyes. “Maybe there’ll be some cute guys.”
“Maybe.”
That night at dinner, I sat next to Stacy. Her grandmother, Margaret, held court at the head of the table, and Stacy’s stepfather, Frank, was across from me. He was a good-looking man, in his early forties, with thick, dark hair and blue eyes. When I first met him I thought he was the sexiest older man I had ever seen. I could understand how Stacy’s mom had been attracted to him. They hadn’t been married a year yet.
“This isn’t bad,” said Margaret. “I usually don’t buy pre-made lasagna.”
“It’s fine,” said Stacy.
Her grandmother was a short, matronly woman with cropped gray hair. “You like it, dear?” she asked me.
“For sure. It’s great.”
Frank glanced at Stacy. “So, you’re going to a party?”
“Yeah. The MacGyver’s are having one. I figured we’d check it out.”
He said nothing and nodded. He hadn’t spoken two words to me since I had arrived yesterday. Stacy always seemed to have his undivided attention, even when she was silent. At that moment, he was regarding her with a peculiar glint in his eye. I got the sense that he wasn’t happy she was going out tonight.
Margaret said, “Well, Chloe, I’m so glad you were able to come to the lake house. Your mom and dad are welcome to visit anytime they want. Will they stop by while you’re here?”
“I don’t think so. They have to work.”
“Oh. That’s too bad.”
“How late do you think you’ll be out?” asked Frank.
Stacy shrugged. “Don’t know.”
He sat back in his chair. A stern expression masked his handsome features. “Will there be drinking?”
“How should I know?” Stacy appeared unperturbed. “It’s a party. I think so.” She took a sip of water. “We’re hoping there’s some hot guys; aren’t we, Chloe?” She winked at me.
I sensed an undercurrent of tension suddenly. “I…guess.”
Frank’s jaw ticked. His eyes hadn’t left Stacy. “You should be home by twelve.”
She laughed, “Yeah, right.” A challenging light shone in her pretty blue eyes. “I haven’t had a curfew since ninth grade. Nice try.”
“Well, that was a mistake,” he muttered.
Throwing her napkin on the table, Stacy stood. “Gotta get ready to party. Thanks for dinner, grandma.”
“You’re welcome, dear. You should wear sweaters tonight. It’s chilly outside.”
I smiled politely. “We will.”
Before we left the room, Stacy said, “Don’t wait up for us.”
I had worn skinny jeans with a sparkly top and heels. I’d curled my long, brown hair and applied generous amounts of eye shadow and lip-gloss. None of it mattered. As soon as Stacy entered the room, everyone’s eyes drifted to her, and she became the focus of attention, as usual. Every hot-blooded male in the house gravitated towards her, as if pulled by an invisible force. She’d worn a tight black dress, and her cleavage could hardly be contained within the garment. Men looked at her with interest and hunger, which made me want to throw myself off the second floor balcony. I loitered in various corners, as loud music blared and Stacy danced. Not once had I been asked to dance, nor had anyone spoken to me.
Hours later, as I stood in the bathroom and removed my make up, I thought about how depressing the night had been. I didn’t want to be jealous of Stacy. I’d been lost in her shadow for nearly a decade now, and there seemed to be no end in sight. The other side of the door was Stacy’s room. A Jack-and-Jill bathroom connected our rooms. I thought I heard talking, which was perplexing. Stacy had gone to bed before me. She wasn’t the type to remove her makeup. She just slept with it on. Did she sneak a boy from the party into the house? Curiosity propelled me to turn the light off. Opening the door slightly, I got a shock.
“You like to get fucked like a naughty girl, don’t you?”
Stacy was face down, bent over the edge of a high bed, as Frank took her from behind. His pale bottom glowed in the dimmed lighting.
“It hurts.”
“No, baby. You like it.”
I was stunned beyond words. Never in my life had I seen anything like this. I stood behind the door with my nose pressed to the crack, watching my best friend having sex with her own stepfather. Her blonde hair was thrown over the comforter, and her fingers clutched at the covers. His hands gripped her hips as he pounded her from behind.
“This is what happens to bad girls who stay out too late.”
She mumbled something into the comforter.
“I bet every guy at the party wants to be doing this to you.” He groaned.
From my vantage point, I saw only the back of Frank’s head. His firm, round ass was thrusting forcefully, clenching and unclenching, as he drove deep into my best friend.
“Ow! Not so hard.”
“You’re gonna take it hard. You’ve been a very bad girl.” He slapped her butt. “Take daddy’s cock! Yeah!”
He moved slightly, and I gasped. I had a view now of his hard, white member. It took me a moment to understand exactly what I was seeing. It was sliding into the wrong hole! He was fucking her ass!
She gasped, “It hurts.”
He moaned, “It feels so good, baby.”
Frank’s mouth was slightly open. Pleasure was etched into his features, softening his jaw line. The sight of him sliding in and out of Stacy was mesmerizing. She didn’t seem to be enjoying what he was doing to her, which secretly pleased me. Here was the source of all my envy, the most beautiful girl in the world, and her stepfather was fucking her in the crudest way possible. She seemed so helpless, so dominated by this man. If she hated what he was doing, why didn’t she push him away? Why did she let him use her like this?
He slowed his movements and withdrew himself. “Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.”
“No.”
“You’d better tell me.” He stroked his slick shaft with a closed fist. Then he kneaded her bottom roughly. “You haven’t been punished nearly enough yet, honey. I’m just getting started.”
“Fuck off.”
“Oh, yeah?” He separated her cheeks exposing her puckered bottom hole. “I see something that needs to be fucked.” Then he pushed his swollen knob into her opening, and she moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“Ow.”
“I’ll give you something to complain about.” He slid in to the hilt and began to ride her roughly, gripping her hips and thrusting. The sound of skin smacking against skin filled the room. “Oh, hell, yeah!”
I realized my panties were damp. I was practically dripping I was so exited by what I was seeing. The harder he pumped her, the more I tingled in my hot spot. My breaths were coming in shallow little pants as the urgent pull of my own need made itself known. My hand slid over my stomach and into my pants where I undid the buttons of my jeans. I’d never been so turned on in my life. My best friend was getting a rough ass fucking from her own stepfather, and I was watching every second of it.
Chapter Two
“I’m gonna tell mom.”
Frank leaned over her. “Oh, yeah? I don’t think so.”
“I will.”
He fucked her, hard. “You gonna tell her how you came onto me. How you wanted me to fuck you, that you started this? You gonna break her heart like that?” He suddenly pulled out all the way and grabbed her, turning her around to face him. “What’s that, Stacy?”
Her eyes were huge, and her hair was messy. “I should.”
“No, honey.” He kissed her.
She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her generous breasts against his hairy chest. They clung together for long minutes, their mouths fused. My hand was in my panties. I was massaging my slick pussy and breathing ragged, little breaths, wondering what was going to happen next.
“Get your toy,” Frank said.
She seemed horrified. “No.”
“Be a good girl and get it.”
“I…do I have to? Do we really need it?”
He smiled wickedly. “We most certainly do.”
Completely naked, Stacy walked across the room and dug through her luggage. “I don’t want this.”
She retrieved a black rubber dildo that was triangular shaped with a strange flat bottom. I had never seen anything like it before.
“Bring that pussy plug over here, honey.”
She handed the toy to him; her mouth was turned down. “I hate you.”
“You know you’re gonna like it. Don’t be such a baby.”
Stacy sat on the bed and opened her legs. She fingered herself. “Why can’t we just have normal sex?”
“You’ve had lots of normal sex. I’m not like the other guys.” He touched her intimately. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. You’re more than ready for this fake cock.”
“Suck my pussy first.”
A smile lit his face. “That’s my girl.” She lay back, and he opened her smooth, tanned thighs even further. He murmured, “I sure am hungry for pussy.” He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, licking her slit from top to bottom.
“Oooh…yes,” Stacy gasped. Her head thrashed from side to side. “I love it. Don’t stop.” He buried his face in her snatch and thrust his tongue into her hole. “Oh, God, Frank!”
I was fingering myself frantically while watching them have oral sex. One hand was down my panties, and the other gripped the doorframe. Small beads of sweat had formed on my forehead. I’d never witnessed anything so naughty. What made me buzz with yearning was the realization that I wished it was me on that bed. I wanted his tongue in my pussy.
“Touch your boobs,” he ordered. She pushed the mounds together and massaged them. “Thatta girl.” He thrust his face into her snatch and laved her hole.
“Oooohh…God.” Her glorious breasts were being pressed together and pulled apart like globs of soft bread dough. Her small pink nipples were hard and jutting, and her eyes were closed. “It feels so good.”
He suddenly got to his feet. “Let’s get this in you.”
She looked instantly alarmed. “No.”
“Oh, yes.” He rubbed the black dildo across the slick expanse of her nether lips. “You’re so wet, baby. Do you like this?”
Stacy’s tongue darted out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled into her head. “Oh...don’t…stop.”
He was sliding the toy up and down, nudging her clit, and sinking into her hole with its rubbery tip. He repeated the maneuver over and over.
“Yeah, you like this, but you’ll like this even better.” He pressed the toy against her hole and pushed it in.
“Oh…Frank…”
The rubber cock slid in entirely, until the flat, black bottom was pressed against her pussy hole. It seemed to stay snuggly within the confines of her body.
“That’s it. We got it. Turn around, honey.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re gonna like this. You always like it.” Stacy turned over and her rounded bottom was facing Frank. She was on the edge of the high bed. His hands went to her hips. “Let’s get a little lube on that ass. Be a good girl and finger yourself.”
“No.”
“Do it!” He opened her butt cheeks and squirted clear jelly onto the small, wrinkled hole. “This is gonna feel so good. It’s gonna be so tight.”
She groaned and maneuvered her hand between her legs. “I hate this.”
“No you don’t. You love it. You cum every time.”
Her left hand clutched the comforter, and she buried her face in the linen. His finger slipped into her bottom. “Ow.”
“You’re more than ready.” He stroked his hardness, it was slick from lubricant, and he pressed it against her opening. “What a naughty girl. This is how bad girls get fucked.” He groaned as the end of his dick crossed her threshold.
I was riveted to the scene before me. My hand was wet from my own pussy juice. I was rubbing myself furiously and inserting a finger into my hole. I desperately wished I had something bigger than a finger. I wanted to be filled wide just like Stacy with that huge black dildo jammed in her pussy. She was about to have a cock up her ass, both orifices filled at once. What did that feel like?
“It’s so tight.” Frank groaned as he slid into her bottom.
Stacy moaned into the comforter. “Oh…God.”
“It’s so fucking good, baby.” He began to slide in and out, filling her to the hilt. His right hand held the base of his cock as he guided it to pleasure. “Oh…yeah. Do you like it, sweetheart? Is it good?”
“Oh…God…oh…God.”
“That’s right. Take both cocks at once, just like the slut you are.”
“Frank!”
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Stacy. You ready?” She mumbled something inaudible into the covers. “Hang on tight, honey.”
He grabbed her hips and thrust into her with almost brutal force. Her face was buried in the covers as she whimpered. Her hand was wedged beneath her, and she fingered herself. I was shocked watching the encounter, and I wondered how it felt to be used like that. His butt muscles clenched and unclenched as he drove himself into her ass. The slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room. He was gasping for breath and groaning.
Stacy screamed, “Oh, fuck Frank! It hurts! Fuck!”
“Come for me baby! Cum, honey.”
I was so close to orgasm myself watching them having sex. I wanted something bigger than a finger in me, and I was almost frantic. Searching the bathroom, I found a hairbrush with a rounded end. It was the perfect tool for my immediate needs. I grabbed it and went to the door, where I pressed my face to the opening. Frank was pounding vigorously, his balls slapping against her butt cheeks.
“Fuck, yeah!”
I pushed the end of the hairbrush into my wet snatch and gasped. This was exactly what I needed. It went in all the way to its bristly end. I pulled it out, only to push it in again. Over and over I fucked myself, while watching what was happening in the other room. Standing with my legs apart and my jeans around my ankles, I had to use both hands to maneuver the hairbrush in and out.
Sweat dripped from Frank’s forehead and fell onto Stacy’s lower back. Her bottom was pointed up high as he used her hole.
“Does this feel good, honey?”
She mumbled, “Oh…so…good…oh…”
“Yeah, I knew you’d like it. You always do.”
“Fuck me, Frank. Fuck me!”
“That’s it.” His cock was sliding in and out, slick from the gel and her anal juices. “That’s my little whore. Yeah.”
She gasped. “More Frank! Do me more! Fuck my ass. I’m getting close.”
He increased the tempo and hammered her with purpose, driving himself back and forth through the snug passage. “Milk my cock, baby. You’re almost there.” Stacy screamed into the comforter and stiffened. He pounded her hard as she moaned and convulsed. “Thatta girl. I knew you’d cum.” He slid out of her and sat on the bed. Stacy hadn’t moved at all. She was facedown on the comforter with her hands over her head. “I want you to fuck me, honey.” He lay in the middle of the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.”
“I’m too tired.”
“Do it!”
I could see the bottom portion of the dildo protruding from her pussy. It was still firmly in place. I was breathless wondering what would happen next.
“Get on my cock.” He was rubbing the tip of his rod between his fingers and thumb. “I need you, honey.”
She lifted herself to her knees. “Can I take this thing out? Please?”
“No. Keep it in. Ride me, baby.” He was holding his long, thick member in his hand, working the slick shaft up and down. “Finish me off.”
She climbed over him. “I hate this.”
“It feels so good, honey. Fuck me.”
Hovering over his hardness, she lowered herself to him. “Help me, dammit.”
“I will.” He guided his penis into her bottom. “Oh, Jesus.”
“Ow.” She was visibly trembling, her thighs shaking, as the fat tip crossed the threshold. “Oh…God, it hurts.”
“It’s so good. Fuck me, honey, fuck me.” She began to move up and down on him, while her hands braced themselves on his chest. “That’s nice, Stacy. Keep it up.”
From my vantage point, I saw not only the end of the rubber dildo, but his cock smoothly stroking in and out of her bum hole. It seemed like her anus was squeezing around him, pulsing and contracting. I’d been turned on before, but now I practically burned from the inside out with arousal. Every inch of my body was on sexual overdrive, and my senses were so overwrought, I could almost feel steam coming out of my ears. I was working the end of the hairbrush in and out, inching closer to climax by the second.
“Fuck, baby! I’m so close. Hell yes! Harder. Fuck me harder.” Stacy gasped and increased her motion, her hips thrusting back and forth milking both the dildo and the cock at the same time. “Thatta girl. Fuck daddy’s cock.”
His manly hands clutched her hips as she ground into him. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back, almost touching her bottom. Lush, full breasts jiggled with the movement. They crushed together and then flew apart, as she worked his tool with abandon.
Frank’s head was against the pillow and his eyes were closed. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh, God…yeah…” He thrust up into her bottom, burying himself to the hilt. Stacy gasped, as he hammered her roughly, clearly in the grip of climax. “Oh…fuck…yeah! It’s soooo gooood!” He groaned loudly.
She collapsed on his chest.
I was a hair’s breath away from release myself, as I worked the end of the brush in and out of my tunnel. The plastic handle was so wet; it was making squishing noises each time I tugged on it. My forehead rested against the doorframe. I sucked in a ragged, mind-blowing gasp, and shook and shuddered with orgasm while trying not to make noise, lest the lovers in the next room perceive my whereabouts. When I had, at last, regained my composure, I withdrew the brush and closed the bathroom door as quietly as I could. Then I washed off the handle, and left the item on the countertop. Getting in bed, a naughty smile lit my face.
Chapter Three
Stacy and I were in a little metal rowboat some distance from the house. We had decided to sunbathe on the lake instead of the deck. Frank and Margaret were sitting on the deck on lounge chairs relaxing in the late afternoon sun.
“I’m taking my top off,” announced Stacy. “Nobody’s out here. You should too. Don’t be chicken.”
I laughed, “Why bother? I’ve got nothing to show anyway.”
She looked at me peculiarly. “Your boobs are great. What’re you talking about?”
I snorted, “Yeah, if you’re into mosquito bumps.”
She was shaking her head. “Don’t be stupid. Can you hand me the oil?”
I tossed it over.
“Thanks.”
Fixing the towel under my butt, I untied the bikini top and let the garment drop. My hair was in a ponytail and I wore sunglasses. “It’s nice here.”
She was slathering generous amounts of oil all over her chest, arms and stomach. “Yeah.”
“Will we swim?”
She looked aghast. “Are you kidding? The water’s freezing.”
“Oh.” I reached over the side of the boat and touched its glistening stillness. “Wow, no joke.”
“The Loch Ness monster is probably hiding in there,” she giggled.
“Nessie! Nessie! Come here, girl,” I called.
“Stop that!” Stacy arranged her towel over the bench and lay down. “If you get eaten, it’s your own dang fault.”
I laughed, “Maybe a super sized alligator will attack us?”
“Shush. I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t hear that.”
As she lay back, her bountiful breasts spilled apart, their whiteness a marked contrast to the rest of her tanned skin. I stared at her. She couldn’t see me because her eyes were closed. Pangs of jealously always gripped me when I was confronted by Stacy’s abnormal beauty. God had been so generous with her in every possible way. It just wasn’t fair.
“Do you think I’m a slut?”
This question stunned me. “Why do you say that?”
“I dunno. I just wonder sometimes.”
“You’re not a slut.”
“I’ve slept with lots of guys.”
“So?”
“Yeah…I don’t…never mind.”
Leaning against the side of the boat, I rested my head on the metal edge. “You seem bummed about something.” Did she feel guilty about last night? She was sleeping with her mother’s husband, after all.
“I…I…guess I’ve made some bad choices lately. I’m not really proud of myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh…nothing really. Just…stuff.”
I chewed my lower lip. “Is this about Peter? Do you miss him?”
“Nope.” She lifted her head to look at me. “You didn’t hear any noise from my room last night, did you? I was having some indigestion, and I was moaning.”
Yeah, right. Your step daddy’s cock was buried up your ass. “No, not at all.”
“Good.” The sound of a motorboat caught our attention. Stacy sat up quickly and grabbed a towel. “Who the hell is that?”
I glanced in the direction of the house, and a white boat was speeding in our direction. “Isn’t that your step dad?”
“Shit. What the hell is he doing?”
He was alone in the boat. Turning off the engine at a distance, his craft gently approached. I thought to hold a towel against my chest, but my hands refused to move. I wanted him to see my breasts. Would he even notice me?
“You forgot the damn lifejackets.” He looked angry. “You can’t be out here in a dinghy without lifejackets. What the hell are you thinking, Stacy?”
“We’re sunbathing. I’m not wearing a stupid life jacket.”
He tossed an orange life preserver into the boat and then another. “At least keep them near, for Christ’s sakes.”
His eyes paused on my naked chest. I did everything I could to sit up as straight as possible and thrust my bosoms out. He was staring at me with open interest. I had finally gotten his attention, anyone’s attention. A thrill shot through me as his gaze lingered, clearly enjoying the view.
“Uh…I guess I’ll be…headin’ back,” he said. “Don’t drift out too much further, girls. Be careful. People have died on this lake.”
Stacy glanced at me and sucked in a breath, realizing I had not covered my chest. “Okay, Frank. Whatever.” She looked at me questioningly.
I grabbed a towel and held it against my exposed skin. As the motorboat sped away, I feigned indifference. “Can you pass me a water bottle?”
“Sure.” She tossed one my way. “He saw you, ya know. Why’d you do that?”
“I…forgot. I thought I had my top on.”
Her shrewd gaze cut through me. “Are you hot for him or something? Has he hit on you?”
“No, God, no.” Oh, crap. She’s totally taking my inventory.
“I don’t believe you. I think you like him.”
How was I going to get out of this? “I…he’s cute for an older guy.”
“So, you are hot for him?”
This was embarrassing. “Sort of.” I expected her to be angry and distrustful; instead, she dropped her towel and took a sip of water.
She was eyeing me thoughtfully. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
What the hell did that have to do with anything? “Uh, why?”
“I can’t believe you haven’t slept with anyone yet. What’re you waiting for?”
Where was this conversation going? “Just the right guy, I guess.”
“Are you lesbian?”
I gasped. “No!”
“Hum…”
“Do I look like a lesbian?”
“They don’t look any different than you and me.”
“Do I act like one?”
She shrugged. “You stare at my boobs a lot.”
My mouth dropped open. I was speechless.
“You think I don’t notice, but I do.”
I blustered, “They’re in my face, and they’re huge. How could I not notice them?”
She ran long, tanned fingers through her blonde hair. “Uh, um.”
“I’m not a lesbian. I’m just jealous, that’s all. I wish mine were that big.”
“Your boobs are nice. What’re you talkin’ about? I wish mine were small. I’m tired of guys staring at me and making stupid comments all the time. I’m sick of being hit on and treated like some dumb sex object.” Tears were in her eyes.
“I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry that’s what it’s like for you.” Maybe it was a curse having a stepfather who lusted after his own stepdaughter. He was behaving just like every other guy she’d ever known, and he was family, which made it even worse. “Are you okay?”
She sniffed. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”
Later that night, we sat on my bed. I wore a thin white nightgown, and Stacy had on shorts and a t-shirt. She was checking her text messages.
“There’s a party down the street,” she said. “I don’t wanna go. Do you?”
“No.” After having spent the afternoon on the lake, I was tired and sunburned. “You need aloe vera on your shoulders. They’re fried pretty good.” She’d also burned her breasts.
She sighed and put the phone down. “I’m bored. Maybe we should go to the party?”
I giggled, “There isn’t a lot to do here, is there?”
“Naw. Never is.”
“Here’s the aloe.” I handed her the bottle.
“Thanks. Can you get my back?” She whipped the shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Sure.” I squirted the green, jelly-like lotion onto her shoulders and began to rub it in. “You burned good.”
“I guess. It’ll tan by tomorrow. My boobs are getting darker.”
I’d finished applying the lotion. “Okay, you’re done.”
She turned around. “What about these?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. She was holding her breasts in her hands. “These need it too.” Her look was indecipherable.
I didn’t want to admit this, but I had wondered what her boobs felt like. They were so invitingly large, so spectacularly erotic. My panties were dampening just thinking about touching the generous mounds of flesh.
“You can get them, if you want. They need aloe.” She whispered, “I won’t tell anyone. No one has to know.” The tone in her voice was seductively insinuating.
I reached for the aloe vera. “I guess I could. You do need it.”
Chapter Four
Squirting the aloe onto the palm of my hand, I hesitantly touched her right breast. It felt warm, soft, and oh so inviting. I spread the gel over its fullness. I was feather light in my approach, and she sighed.
“You can touch them both, Chloe. You don’t have to be so gentle. I won’t break.”
“I…alright.” I massaged both breasts at the same time. I pressed the mounds together and ran the pads of my thumbs over the hardened nipples. I gently lifted them, judging their weight.
“Squeeze a nipple,” she breathed. Her eyes had closed, and her pink lips were slightly parted. I pressed a firm nub between my forefingers. “Oh…that’s so…good.”
She was becoming aroused by my attentions. This thrilled me to the core. I wondered how far she would let me go? I squeezed the other nipple in roughly the same fashion. “Do you like this, Stacy?”
“Oh, yes.” She opened her eyes. “Don’t you want to suck them?”
“I…don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?” She grasped her boobs and held them up. “Do it, Chloe. Taste them.”
I approached her proffered nipples. She smelled of suntan oil and aloe vera. My tongue shot out and swiped a nub.
“Oh, yes. Do that. More.”
Fire blazed in her eyes. She grasped my head and pressed me against her. For a moment, I was smothered in warm, inviting skin. I rubbed my face against the abundant flesh and savored its softness. Like a baby honing in on its mother’s teat, I managed to suck a firm pink nub into my mouth.
“Oh, my God, yes.”
I gently sucked one and then the other. Her breathing had increased and her chest heaved up and down with the effort. It seemed like all the sexual energy of the universe had gathered within her, producing the potential for a dangerous eruption.
“Oh, oh, oh!” She suddenly pushed me away.
“What’s wrong?” I had been thoroughly enjoying the feel of her.
She kicked off her shorts and panties. “I want you to do that to my pussy.”
I gasped. “What?”
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.” She was flushed from her forehead to her stomach. “Oh, I can’t stand it. I want you…on me. Suck my pussy, please.” She lay on the bed and opened her thighs. Her finger slipped into the folds of her vagina. “Please, Chloe. Just do it. I want it so bad.”
I never thought I would be in this situation. I wasn’t a lesbian. I didn’t fantasize about women. Then why did I feel such an overwhelming desire to pleasure one in the most intimate way possible? I stroked her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her flawless skin. Placing little kisses on her, I slowly worked my way towards her hot box, which she had not stopped fingering for one second.
“Oh, Chloe, yes…more…more.”
I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, and she seemed to be in a state of aggravated lust. Her shaved pubic area was entirely exposed to my interested gaze. Slick with love juice, she stroked her slit with a firm finger, rubbing it back and forth. I kissed my way to her sensitive spot, where I paused to take in the view. Pretty pink lips were open and waiting for me. Her small hole was exposed, and it was glistening with her own sex fluid.
“Hurry, Chloe. Suck me.”
My breath lingered over her mound. I kissed her warm skin. I inhaled her sexy, musky scent, and felt her quivering beneath my lips. I gently kissed her in several places working my way to where I knew her clit was. She gasped and dove her fingers into my hair.
“Oh…oh…oh…more.”
I flicked my tongue out and ran it across the top of her slit, feeling the distended bump of her clitoris. She arched her back and moaned.
“Oh…God…”
I settled myself between her thighs and opened her labia with my fingers, revealing the small pussy hole. Last night a rather large rubber dildo had been jammed into it. It amazed me that something that big could be buried in a slot so tiny. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the opening and wiggled it around. Never having done this before, I wasn’t sure if she would even like it, but from the whimpering sounds escaping her, I assumed I was on the right track.
“More,” she gasped. “More. Fuck me, Chloe. Oooohh.”
Emboldened, I thrust my tongue out as far as it would go and speared her with it. My face was buried in her moist snatch. She lifted her pelvis and thrust herself into me. I struggled to breathe for a moment, realizing that I would have to turn my head to the side slightly. I decided to alternate between fucking her wet hole and nudging her clit. I ran my tongue upwards and flicked her swollen nub. It had grown larger and harder. She was incredibly turned on.
“Oh…my…yes…”
I continued to tongue fuck her, while her fingertips pressed into my scalp. She was basking in the pleasure of this particular attention. I played with her clit, pushing at it with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck my hole!”
I slid downwards and gave her what she wanted. She ground her pussy into my face, pressing my head against her. Gasping for breath, I continued to provoke and tease her.
“I need more.” She pushed against me. “Wait! I…have something I…wait a sec.”
Confused, I glanced at her. “What?”
She sprang from the bed. “I have to get something—hang on.”
I was completely bewildered. I thought she was enjoying what I was doing. My panties were damp and I was quivering with unrealized sexual tension. I wanted her to cum on my mouth. We had only just begun our love play and I didn’t want it to end yet.
She returned with the black rubber dildo. “Fuck me with this.” Her eyes shone with expectant need. “Please?” She sounded almost desperate.
It surprised me that she would want me to use it on her. She didn’t seem to want it last night when Frank had fucked her with it.
Lying on the bed, Stacy opened her thighs. “Chloe. Please,” she begged. “I need it.”
I took the rubber toy and held it in my hand. It was so big and heavy! Wouldn’t this hurt her? It was triangular in shape with a flat rubber bottom.
I felt a moment of apprehension. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Do it. Put it in me.”
She was fingering herself. Her head was back, and her eyes were closed. Wild blonde hair tangled around her pretty face. Glorious breasts spilled over her torso and they jiggled invitingly with erect pink nipples on each end. Grasping the dildo firmly, I held the tip to her little hole and pushed. Only a tiny bit slid in. How was I going to do this? Sensing my inexperience, she grabbed the toy and ran it up and down her slit, coating the object in her juices.
“Oh…God.” She positioned it against her opening. “Now,” she breathed. “Push it in.”
The palm of my hand was against the flattened end of the dildo. It slid in fractionally. I gently applied pressure and the toy began to open her wide. Her pussy flaps expanded to accommodate the large intrusion.
“Oh…oh…Chloe…yes!”
The fattest part of the dildo had yet to embed itself. Stacy moaned as it stretched her to capacity.
“It’s so good.”
The fake black cock was nearly all the way in. One final push and the flattened end rested against her pussy. It was lodged in place and did not budge.
“Suck my clit.” Her head thrashed against the pillow. “Please, Chloe. I need you.”
I flicked my tongue over her enlarged clitoris. She practically came off the bed. Her thighs shook and she was shuddering uncontrollably. Impatient fingers clamped my ears, holding me firmly in place.
“More! Do it more!”
Focusing solely on her hot spot, I applied pressure to her nub and licked it over and over. Then I suckled it gently. I pressed against it with the tip of my tongue. Stacy was moaning and mumbling incoherently. Her trembling thighs and tensing tummy told me that she was getting close to release. I continued to suck and nudge her, all the while, her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Oh…shit! Yes! Yes! ~I~YES!~/I~” She thrust her pelvis into my face, and shuddered. “Oooohhh…”
I had made a woman orgasm, which secretly pleased me. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever do, but it had happened nonetheless.
“What are you two doing?”
I gasped. Standing by the doorway of the bathroom was Stacy’s stepfather.
Chapter Five
Stacy, with her legs spread and an enormous rubber dildo jammed in her twat, sat up and covered her chest. “Get out of here!”
Frank seemed to hesitate, clearly intrigued, yet confused by what he was seeing. I wasn’t naked, because I wore a nightgown, but Stacy was entirely exposed. What would he do?
“I need to talk to you, Stacy.”
“Go away.” Her head was down and her blonde hair hid her face.
“I’ll be in your room.” He turned on his heel and went into the bathroom.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed. “So much for privacy.” She grasped the end of the rubber dildo and yanked it out of her vagina.
“I saw you guys last night.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“I was in the bathroom, and I heard talking in your room. I peeked through the door and saw you.”
She snorted, “Shit!” Snatching the t-shirt from the floor, she pulled it over her head. Her panties and shorts followed.
“I’m not judging you, Stacy, I swear. I just…I…uh…”
“Oh, forget it.”
“Why are you mad?”
“He’s my stepfather! If mom found out, she’d be devastated. I’m a lying sack of shit. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with him.” She sat on the bed and held her head in her hands.
“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” My arm was around her shoulders.
She was crying. “I am. I started it. I was drunk, and I hit on him. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.”
“Everybody makes mistakes.”
She met my gaze. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I…don’t want mom to find out.”
“She won’t. Just be careful. I’m not saying anything.”
She sniffed and hugged me. “You’re so good, Chloe. I can’t believe what we just did. It was really nice.” She was trembling, and her lower lip quivered.
“It’s gonna be okay. Don’t be upset.”
She whispered, “He wants to fuck me. He always wants to fuck me. Whenever we’re alone…we…you know…”
“Do you want to?”
“I…like it.”
“He’s not forcing you, is he?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m just feeling guilty is all.” Her eyes were questioning. “You like him too, don’t you? I saw the way he looked at you on the boat. He’s interested.” She whispered, “We could fuck him together.”
I gasped.
“You’re still a virgin, right?”
I swallowed my embarrassment. “Um…yeah.”
“Do you wanna stay a virgin?”
No. I freaking don’t! “I’m sick of it.”
Her expression took on a naughty edge. “He could be your first, if you want.”
My stomach tensed with desire. The dampness in my panties told me that I was more than ready for her step daddy’s cock. “I’m probably not his type.”
She laughed, “Are you kidding? You’re perfect. He’d love it. Oh, he’d really love it.”
Fear of the unknown and shyness gripped me. I could only stare at her.
“Have you ever seen a penis?”
“Jimmy Weller showed us a porno flick one time when his parents were gone.”
She looked amused. “That’s not the same thing.”
“That’s as close as I’ve come.”
“You need to see the real thing, Chloe. You’ve been missing out for too long.” She got to her feet.
Twinges of panic hit me. “Won’t he be mad?”
“Ah, no. You don’t know the first thing about men, do you?”
I shook my head.
“It’s time you were educated.” She held out a hand. “Come on. Don’t be scared. You’re gonna like this. I promise.”
We went to the bathroom and with each step, I became more and more anxious. What if Frank thought I was ugly? Guys didn’t seem to be interested in me at all. I hadn’t ever been asked to a dance, or to the prom, or even out on a date. No one had even looked at me twice. He sure saw you on the boat today, though, didn’t he?
Stacy’s stepfather sat on the bed waiting. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His dark hair was unkempt.
“We need to have a private discussion,” he said.
Her hands went to her hips. “What’s there to talk about?”
His gaze lingered on me. “You two were awfully…friendly in there.”
“Yeah? So what?” she challenged. “It’s really none of your business, Frank.”
“Chloe, could you please excuse us? I need to talk to Stacy.”
“She’s not going anywhere. I invited her over. You seemed to like her well enough this afternoon. Her boobs sure got your attention.”
“And your point is?” He looked angry.
“You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
“Stacy!”
She laughed, “I bet you do. I’ve invited Chloe to join us. She’s never seen a real cock before. I figured you’d be more than happy to show her yours. You never have a problem showing it to me.”
He looked flabbergasted.
“Chloe’s never had sex. She wants you to be her first.”
The realization of what Stacy was proposing was quickly sinking into Frank’s consciousness. His anger was melting away, and the tense expression on his face began to morph into something else entirely. The growing bulge in the front of his jeans was an indication of where his thoughts were now. His gaze shifted to Stacy and then returned to me.
“Is that true, Chloe?”
I swallowed, feeling embarrassed. “Um...yeah.”
He was mulling the proposition over carefully. “You’re eighteen, right?”
I nodded.
“We’d have to keep this to ourselves. What happens tonight can’t leave the room, okay?”
Stacy pulled her t-shirt over her head. “Yes, step daddy, dear. I’m not sayin’ anything. Chloe won’t either.”
Her lack of modesty was alarming, yet a total turn on. She went to Frank and ran her hand over his chest. Her large breasts were in his face. “You’re so hard,” she purred. Her hand was over his bulge, massaging him. “Show Chloe your cock.”
He glanced at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Uncertainty and yearning flooded my system. I was about to venture into the unknown. I had no idea what would happen or if I would even like it, but I had to find out. I wanted to have sex with him.
Stacy was rubbing his bulge. “He’s so ready.”
“It’s alright, honey,” he said, looking at me. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He held out a hand. “Come here.”
I edged closer, one step at a time.
Stacy said, “She’s scared outta her wits.”
Frank took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. He gently moved the hair away from my forehead. “What a pretty girl.” His eyes shined with undisguised lust.
His unexpected praise produced little tingles in my stomach. Those dark eyes smoldered as they focused on my mouth. I rested my hands on his shoulders as his lips met mine. I’d never been kissed before, so I had no idea what to expect. It was a shock when his tongue sought entrance. He was probing and persuasive; he devoured me and left me breathless. I longed for more. I threaded my fingers through his hair. I didn’t know kissing would be so wonderful. My eyes were closed, and my heart pounded furiously beneath my simple white nightgown. He lowered me to the bed and continued to kiss me with an urgency that should have alarmed me, but it had the opposite effect. I matched his enthusiasm eagerly, pressing against him, feeling his hardness on my stomach. He broke from my mouth to kiss my neck and slide the straps of the nightgown down my arms. His kisses were wet, sweet, and seductive. Finding a nipple, he sucked it into his mouth.
Stacy said, “Take your clothes off, Frank. Show Chloe your dick.”
He murmured, “There’s no rush.”
“You were never gentle with me.” Her look soured. “You didn’t even kiss me. We just fucked.”
Frank stared at her. “It wasn’t your first time. You’d been fucked and kissed plenty.”
She gasped. Her lovely features had twisted into something petulant and unpleasant. She got off the bed. “When you’re done romancing Miss Innocent, come find me.” She threw her shoulders back and stalked out of the room.
“What?” I sat up. “Are we…done now?” I felt acutely disappointed.
“Do you want to be?”
I bit my lower lip. “No.”
He smiled. “Then we’re just getting started. She’ll come back. She’s being a pain in the ass.” He touched my face. “What a great kisser you are. Let’s do that again.”
His lips met mine. We devoured each other in a long, succulent kiss that seemed to go on forever. He’d slid my nightgown down to my stomach, and his fingertips were caressing my breasts. My hands were under his t-shirt massaging his pectoral muscles.
“Let’s get naked, shall we?” He grinned and tossed his shirt to the floor. Unbuttoning his jeans, he lowered them to reveal blue silk boxers. His member pressed against the material. I watched mesmerized as he stepped out of his underwear. I’d never been this close to a penis before, and his was pale, veined, and gloriously engorged.
“Take your nightgown off, honey.”
I pushed the garment over my hips and down to my ankles, and kicked it to the floor. His eyes took in my naked form. He seemed to be memorizing every inch of my skin, every nook and curve of my body. His eager appraisal left me breathless. He obviously liked what he was seeing.
“What a hot little thing you are.” His hand was on my thigh, inching upwards towards my shaved mound. “Is this really your first time?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded tiny.
He practically purred, “I bet you’re real tight.” His fingers brushed against my pussy. “So wet. Are you ready for me?”
“I…guess…so.”
The door slammed, surprising us. Stacy was back. “I changed my mind. I wanna watch you fuck her.”
Chapter Six
Frank’s finger was rubbing against my slick skin. I lay back and closed my eyes while he played with my clit. Stacy sat on the bed and watched him finger me.
He grabbed his cock. “Give it a lick, Stacy.”
She smiled coyly and lowered her head to take him in her mouth, working the tip aggressively.