Chapter 14 Anatomy lesson with step daughter
The word hit me like a physical blow. Hearing that word come out of her mouth—the girl I had watched grow up—made my stomach flip.
"Yes... yes... Daddy. Please... more... just more... don't stop licking my clit, Daddy... oooh, yes... ohh... just like that," she pleaded, her hand reaching down to grab my head and pull me back to her.
I stayed buried in her, my tongue working with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that I knew she couldn't handle for long. Angel’s body was a live wire, sparking and twitching under my touch. Her moans had turned into high-pitched, broken wails that echoed around my bedroom—my matrimonial bedroom.
"Daddy! I’m—I’m going to—something is—!"
She didn't finish the sentence. Her entire body went rigid, her toes curling into the bedsheets as she hit the peak. I felt her muscles clamp down; I knew that the lesson had hit home.
“Ohhhhhhhhh……”
She let out one last, long cry before collapsing back into the pillows, her breath coming in heavy, desperate heaves. I sat back on my heels, watching her. Her skin was flushed, a light sweat making her glow in the dim light. She looked ruined, but in the most beautiful way possible.
After a few minutes, Angel sat up slowly. She was still naked, her hair a mess of strands around her face. Her eyes drifted down to my lap. Even through my thick grey sweatpants, the "tent" was impossible to hide. My cock was a hard, throbbing pillar, desperate for the same relief I had just given her.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice still shaky. "You’re in pain again, aren't you? The weather... it’s making you tense again."
I let out a ragged breath, leaning back on my hands. "Yes, Angel. It’s... it’s a very stubborn cramp today."
She crawled toward me on the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress. "Let me help you too."
Truth is, I could let her suck me off—give me temporary relief—but no. I couldn't. It wouldn't do anything to soften this wood.
All I wanted was to grab her hips, flip her over, and bury myself so deep inside her that she’d forget her own name. But the last shred of my conscience was screaming at me. I wouldn't dare.
"Angel, there’s another way to fix this. The way from yesterday can't help me today," I said.
“What way is that, Daddy? Show me. I can learn fast.”
I shook my head. "No, Angel... it’s a way that only Mummy is supposed to do. It’s a very private thing."
She tilted her head to the side. "But I do everything Mummy does. I do the laundry, I help with the cooking, I even organize your files. Why can't I do this too?" she argued.
"This is different, Angel," I groaned, my cock twitching as she moved even closer. "It’s not a chore. It’s... it’s sex."
She paused for a moment. "Oh... you mean putting the whole dick inside of my pussy?"
Fuck! My cock twitched hard. The way she said the words was blunt and incredibly dirty. I felt a drop of pre-cum soak into my sweatpants.
"Yes," I rasped. "And I can't do that. I’m your stepfather, Angel. That isn't what fathers do with their daughters. Besides... you're a virgin. That’s a precious gift, and I’m not the man who should ruin it for you."
Angel looked down at herself, then back at the bulge in my pants. She reached out, her small hand hovering just inches away from me.
"Yes, Daddy. I think you are right," she said softly. "But what if you just... rub it? Like a massage? You can just rub it on my pussy. Not putting it in or anything. Just... to help the cramp relief?"
Before I could even find the words to say no, she moved. She lay back on the bed, her legs spreading wide, displaying that pussy that I had fantasized about fucking for a year now, and inviting me in.
"Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Please let me help you. I hate seeing you in pain. Just rub it here. Please. Rub it on my pussy. I think you will be fine."
At that juncture, the "good man" in me didn't just fly out the window this time; he jumped. I stood up and kicked my sweatpants off. In seconds, I was towering over her, my erect cock hard and pulsing, fully revealed.
I moved between her legs, feeling the heat rising from her damp skin. I followed her rules. I lined the head of my cock up with the very top of her slit, right against her swollen bud.
Ooohhh, fuckkkkk…. Pleasure coursed through me as I started to slide.
"Ohhhh... oh God," I groaned, my eyes rolling back.
It was better than any hand. She was so soft, so wet, and so smooth. Her folds were thick enough to hold me still. I began to grind against her, a slow, heavy sliding motion that coated the entire length of me in her sweetness.
"Ahhh... Daddy... I feel it too... ah... is that... is that the right spot, Daddy?" she moaned, her hands reaching up to grip my biceps.
"Yes, Angel," I panted, my "teacher" voice slipping back in. "This is called 'frottage.' It’s a way to share the heat without... without the full lesson. Do you feel how hard I am against you?"
"I feel it, Daddy!" she cried out, her hips bucking up to meet my rhythm. "It’s so big... it feels like it wants to come in. It’s pushing... Daddy, it’s pushing so hard."
Ahhh, Daddy, it's... ohhhhh, ahhhh…
I was losing control. Every slide was a torture of pleasure. The friction was driving me insane. I was staring down at where we joined, watching my cock rub against her pale pink folds. I wanted to break the rules. I wanted to destroy the "gift." Fuck her so hard until the neighbors hear her scream "Daddy."
"You’re so wet, Angel," I growled, my pace getting faster, more violent. "Your pussy is so sweet, so fucking... ah... it's so slippery... Ahhh, I can barely stay on the outside."
"Then don't," she breathed. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her, locking me into her heat. She looked up at me, her eyes which were once so innocent now dark with hunger.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"Please..." she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, put it in."