My Week With Kelly

**This is part two of a series that begins with "My Day With Kelly and Noel." Please give that a read if you haven't already, and thanks for reading!**

Let me tell you something: car accidents suck. Zero out of ten, would not recommend. Thankfully mine wasn't as bad as it could have been. My car was totaled and I got pretty banged up, but nothing broken and I lived to tell the tale. Despite all the suck that comes with being in an accident, mine actually led to a very interesting series of events, which I will never forget.

After the accident the doctor who treated me gave me a muscle relaxer to help with the pain. I had some pretty mean bruising, both inside and out, and he said the medication would help not only with the hurt but also to keep my muscles from tensing up and causing more issues with internal bruising. I had taken muscle relaxers before for other injuries, so I offered up no complaint. As my wife and I were leaving he did mention one thing about it, one of the side effects he wanted us to be very aware of. The pill had many common side effects, upset stomach, blurry vision, making you shit weird, the usual. But he mentioned one that a fair number of people experienced, and was the reason this particular medication wasn't always offered; fainting. He said it was possible that if I was standing the chances of me fainting while on this medication was higher than normal, so I would need to be under pretty constant supervision if I planned to be up and about. That was okay, my wife was going to be home and she could keep an eye on me.

It was a few days into taking this new pill that something interesting happened. One day I sat in the garden tub in our master bathroom, just relaxing a bit and enjoying the hot, jetted, water on my aching body. My wife had run to the store, and wouldn't be back for a little bit. I was good to move short distances, like the bathroom to the bed, so I was okay for the time being. But as I sat there in the tub, I noticed that, apropos of nothing, I found myself sporting an erection. Knowing my wife wouldn't be home for a bit I opted to ignore it, but it stuck around. Eventually I decided to just take care of the problem, shut my eyes and jerked off. The real surprise came at the end. I'm 40 years old, I'm far from a spring chicken, but I can still cum pretty hard, especially if it's been a little bit since the last time. This? This was something else. When I finally blew it was like a man half my age who had been edging for days. I couldn't remember the last time I came like that, and I'd swear that it must have shot a good few inches into the air before dropping back down into the churning water of the tub.

I thought little of it at first, but then later that night as my wife was in the kitchen I went out to grab something. Again, I found myself rock hard, although this time I knew why. My wife was wearing nothing more than a tank-top and her panties, and was bent over getting something out of the fridge and her ass was on full display. It didn't take much convincing, a kiss on the neck and the feeling of my erection pressing against her, to get us back to the bedroom. We fucked good and hard, as we liked to, and when I came it was a similar result to the tub. If there was any decease in the intensity and power I was unaware of it. My wife was surprised, too, and doubly so when I explained my masturbation earlier in the day.

The next day I called my regular doctor's office and asked if he knew anything about it. He asked a handful of questions, including if I was taking any new prescriptions. I mentioned the stuff I was put on form the hospital, and he informed me that that was the answer. Apparently one of the side effects of this pill was increased libido and it could cause extra production of semen. He told me it was very likely that the entire time I was on these muscle relaxers that I would see these types of results.

The day after that my wife and I had sex no less than four times, and each time I came like a cannon. No noticeable drop-off in output. And neither of us were going to complain.

The next few days we fucked like rabbits, and every time I came like the twentysomething I had long since stopped being. It was incredible, and my wife and I were both very much enjoying this side effect in particular. We took full advantage when we could, and while our bodies may not have been young anymore we loved it.

There was just one small problem: my wife was going away on a business trip. It had been planned months ago, long before the accident, and she had no way to get out of it. But what were we to do? We discussed me stopping taking the pill while she was away, but we didn't know what stopping mid-dosage could do, and the risk of me regressing didn't seem worth the risk. But the doctor said I needed to be under supervision if I was going to be up and walking around, so we needed someone to keep an eye on me just in case I did faint. Not that I had yet, but better safe than sorry.

Enter Kelly. Kelly was my sort of shy, sort of awkward, 19 year old step-daughter. And lucky for us, she was between semesters at school. She had planned to just stay in her apartment on campus the whole time, maybe coming home to do some laundry or get away for a bit, but when her mom called and explained the situation Kelly was all too happy to lend a helping hand. She drove back to the house, her and her mom went and did some shopping so we could make sure the house was appropriately stocked, and to make sure some of Kelly's favorites were there as an extra payment for helping us out, and then the following day my wife bid us farewell and left for her trip. She would be gone an entire week, and it would be just Kelly and myself in the house for the next seven days.

And what a wild seven days they would turn out to be.

SUNDAY

The week started off fairly normal, nothing unexpected. Kelly and I got up and made some breakfast and I asked her about school and how that was going.

"Not too bad," she said "struggled with one class, but managed to squeak by a passing grade."

"I remember those days." I said with a chuckle.

We made more small talk, she would ask about my work and I'd ask about her schooling. She asked a couple of times about the accident and how I was doing, but we mostly avoided the subject aside from the obvious "keep an eye on your step-dad in case he randomly passes out" that brought her to the house in the first place.

Kelly was currently studying to get a degree in psychology, a field I never understood. I had a degree in art and got paid to draw shit like Elves and space soldiers, so understanding the human mind was well beyond my wheelhouse. I always said she was smarter than me, and now that she was in college she was really proving that.

I decided to probe a little further and asked about her dating life.

"So, you fending off college boys with a stick?" I asked.

"No," she sighed "I'm not exactly what most guys chase after."

I assumed she was referring to her looks. She was a little on the fuller side, but she had been losing weight, but she'd never shed her curves that she inherited from her mother. She had cut her hair shorter than last time I had seen her, it was now shoulder length and the edges were dyed a vibrant red color.

"Guys are always scared of women who are smarter than them." I said before shoving a fork worth of waffle into my mouth.

"I don't think they're worried about me being smarter. I think most people on campus think the psych majors are weirdos."

"You are a weirdo, you come by it naturally."

"Shut up," she laughed "you know what I mean."

We ate in silence for a few moments before I resumed the conversation.

"Weren't you seeing some boy not that long ago?" I asked. I had remembered her mentioning a guy she had gone on a few dates with once, but my concept of time had gotten a little out of whack recently.

"Thomas?" She asked.

"I guess, can't say I remember his name."

"Yeah, we went out a few times. He was in one of my classes and seemed to like the fact that I was into psychology."

"And?" I prodded.

"And we just went our separate ways. Aside form him I've dated one other guy since starting school."

"And what happened there?"

She sighed again, shrugging her shoulders at my incessant questions. "We dated for a few months, things seemed to be going well, and then he dumped me for some nursing major. I'm not entirely convinced he wasn't fucking her while we were dating."

I was actually a little surprised by her candidness. She shared this sort of stuff with her mom on the regular, but not often so bluntly with me. It wasn't that we had a bad relationship, far from it, but I had just never been one to take a initiative with this sort of discussion. It always seemed to make more sense that she talk with her mom. After all, I was just the dude who married her mom many years back. Kelly had lived with us since she was 14, and moved out to go live on campus out of little more than convenience since her campus, while not super far away, was just far enough that driving back and forth from our house was a real drain on the gas tank.

"I'm sorry to hear that, kid." I said. "I've been there, I know how much that can suck."

"You have?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow upward.

I paused for a moment, had I really never told her this story?

"Yeah." I replied. "Dated a girl when I was in college, I was 20 she was 18, I was rusty in the dating world and I guess I took things too slowly for her. We were only together four months, but she snuck around behind my back with a guy she had gone to high school with and when I called her out on it we broke up. It's never fun to feel like you're not good enough for someone. But all that tells me is that that guy wasn't good enough for you."

She blushed a little and gave a soft "thanks."

Our conversation turned back to lighter fare as we finished up breakfast. Kelly took care of the cleanup after making sure I made it to the couch okay. I assured her short distances weren't a concern, but she said her mom had called her to keep an eye on me and that's exactly what she planned to do. She was a good kid, and while I felt like we were inconveniencing her by asking her to keep an eye on her step-dad, I was glad she was there. It was always nice to get to see her. She spent much of her time at campus these days, trying to save gas and focusing on her studies, so we didn't get to see her as often as we would like.

Later on in the day we crossed paths in an unexpected way. I had been in my bedroom, resting, and was feeling pretty parched, so I got up to walk down the hall to the kitchen and get a drink. Thankfully our hallway wasn't super wide, so if I did faint I was more likely to just slump against the wall than drop face first, which meant moving around wasn't as limiting as it could have been. I could hear the shower in the bathroom down the hall running, Kelly having hopped in a little while ago. As I made my way down the hall the bathroom door swung open and out stepped Kelly. We were about half a step from running into each other, and gave each other a little shock.

As we stood there for a second, letting our brains catch up to what just happened I couldn't help but notice she was wearing nothing more than a towel. It was wrapped tight around her body, but didn't come higher than her chest and only just long enough to come past her waist.

"Sorry!" I said after my eyes looked her up and down for a hot second. "Was just going to grab a drink." I started making my way down the hall to get out of her way.

"You're good. I, um," she stammered for a moment "I forgot to grab a clean pair of underwear, which makes me feel a bit silly."

Again, I was surprised by her openness. I suppose I shouldn't have been, considering what Kelly and I had been through.

You see, about six months prior to all this, something had happened. Kelly, and her cousin Noel, had used me as a test subject for some things they saw online. Chief among them was a sleeping agent that had knocked me out cold, and a home made aphrodisiac. As part of all this, the three of us had ended up sleeping together. It was an insane situation, and we had all agreed to not speak of it again, but I wondered if that played a part in Kelly's willingness to share such information with me. What's saying you had no underwear to the guy who not six months prior had taken your virginity alongside your cousin?

I made my way to the kitchen and back to my room without running into her again, which was probably for the best. I tried to put the image of her in nothing but that towel out of my mind and go about my day.

When evening rolled around I found myself sitting in the basement, letting Kelly have run of the upstairs living room to watch whatever movie she was currently invested in. I sat comfortably on the large couch we had, watching the local news. Well, I say watching, but it was mostly background noise as I found myself distracted by my phone. Ultimately I was waiting for the news to be over so I could watch the baseball game that was going to be on after, so I didn't really care what the people were talking about.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, but didn't fully register it until Kelly entered my peripheral vision. I lowered my phone and turned to look at her, standing there with her hands clasped behind her back. It was her classic "I have a question" pose, and I knew it well.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"I gathered, you're doing the pose."

She changed her stance, dropping her arms to her sides and cocking her hip to one side. The look on her face said serious, but I couldn't help but chuckle a little at how she struck the pose almost automatically.

"Sorry," I said "what's up?" I muted the TV so that she could have my undivided attention.

She stammered for a moment, trying to find the words before she took a deep breath and exhaled. "Do you ever think about it?"

"Think about what?" I asked, a little confused.

"That day."

Oh. Why was she asking me about this? We had agreed to not mention that, although I suppose we had agreed to never mention it to anyone else, not each other.

"You mean the threesome?" I asked, as if trying to stave off having to answer her.

She just nodded.

"Yeah," I sighed "I've thought about that day."

There was no point in lying to her. I had thought of it many times. It was a moment I sometimes wished had never happened given the circumstances of it all, but at the same time it was hard to not have the mental images pop into my mind. Saying I never thought of it was going to accomplish nothing, so I figured honesty was the best course.

"You have? Well, that's something a relief."

"Have you?" I asked without stopping to think.

"Well, yeah. Quite a bit, actually."

Quite a bit? How often was that? The wording was vague enough, but got the mind racing trying to figure out what she meant exactly.

"Can I ask you something else?" She asked.

I gestured for her to ask away. What more could she ask?

"When you think about that day, and what we did, do you touch yourself about it?"

If I had been drinking something I might have done a spit take. Did my step-daughter just ask me if I ever masturbated about her and her cousin?

"Because I have." She said, not a hint of shame in her voice about it. In fact, she sounded almost proud.

"You have?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I even went out and bought myself a dildo. I wanted to find one that reminded me of you. You'd be surprised how hard it was to find a reasonably sized one. Most every dildo out there seems to be a foot long and as wide as your forearm."

I felt a throb in my pants at the idea. She had a dildo that reminded her of me. So when she used it she thought of me?

"Well," I said, realizing there was still no point in lying to her "yeah, I have."

Her eyes seemed to light up at my admitting that. Like a burden had been lifted off her shoulders knowing that I had, indeed, jerked off about her in the last six months.

It was in this moment that I took notice of her outfit. It was simple, really: a pair of loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt with her school's name and logo on it. The shirt wasn't super tight, but it did nothing to hide her ample chest or the outline of her bra. Despite any effort, if one was made at all, she couldn't hide her curves, and while her jeans were fairly loose they hugged her hips quite noticeably.

"You have? So like, full on jerking off or just rubbing through your pants?" Her line of questioning was so bold it took me by surprise. I mean, this whole conversation was taking me by surprise, but her brazenness was a little shocking. But between listening to her talk about her dildo, ask me about how I jerked off and my eyes scanning her body and remembering how she looked naked it was impossible to deny the growing erection in my pants.

"Depends on the situation and location. But when I've been able to, yeah I jerk off proper." I replied.

"And you cum?"

"Yeah."

I watched a smile creep onto her face, and her hands moved to her hips as she attempted to take a stance that exuded authority or power or something.

"When was the last time you jerked off thinking about me?" She asked, her tone more confident than earlier.

"About a month ago." I answered. "I was taking a shower, and remembered the three of us in that shower after and how I got you both off one last time. So I had myself a stroke."

She bit her bottom lip, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

"What about you?" I asked, catching her off guard.

"A couple of days ago." She said, to my surprise. "Was laying in bed, remembering how good you made me feel, slipped a hand into my pajamas and rubbed myself until I came. Had to bite my lip pretty hard to not wake up my room mate."

I was surprised it had been so recent for her, and also a little disappointed that her most recent time hadn't involved her dildo. I still couldn't believe she went out of her way to find one that reminded her of me, and the image of her fucking herself with it while thinking of me made the growth in my pants throb.

"I have a proposition." She said, snapping me back to reality.

"Hit me." I said.

"You've thought about me, I've thought about you. Maybe we break the tension with each other here."

"Whoa, are you suggesting we have sex again?"

"You don't want to?"

"I mean, I thought that was a one and done thing. Besides, I'm sure if you need to get laid you can find a guy at school who can help you with that."

"Listen, Luke," she said with a stern tone "I've had sex with exactly one guy since getting to college. And it was... fine. You set a pretty high bar for me, and while the dildo is nice it isn't the same. We're bot adults, and like before nobody will know."

I tried to get out some sort of excuse, but she cut me off.

"Alright, listen. How about this? We don't fuck. We were just saying we masturbate thinking about each other, yeah? So how about we masturbate together?"

I thought about protesting, but couldn't find any sort of valid excuse to turn her down. It was wrong on some level, but we had done far worse together. And maybe this would help us get past our thoughts of each other.

"We just masturbate with each other?" I asked.

"Yep. Just here on the couch, just two people touching themselves."

"Alright," I said "I think we can do that."

"Glad you agree," she chuckled "because I think if you don't take care of that you'll just be doing yourself a disservice." She pointed to the obvious bulge in my pants with a smile on her round face.

"Pants off?" I asked.

"Pants off."

It didn't take long for me to get my pants off. I was wearing a pant of gym shorts and boxers, seeing no need to put on real pants if I wasn't leaving the house. I was able to slide both down and past the bend of my knee and let gravity take them to the floor around my ankles with little effort. My cock sprung up as if gasping for air, and I saw Kelly's eyes go wide at the site of me once again. She licked her lips, excited to see the real thing again.

She then worked the button on her jeans, and once that was popped she unzipped and slid her jeans down to the floor. When she stood upright again to step out of the pants on the floor I took in the sight of her legs, and the pair of black cotton panties she wore. They were plain, but I didn't mind. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and they quickly followed suit to be with her jeans. She stepped out of both, free of any bottoms, and I felt my heart pound a little faster, and my cock throb, as I took in the sight of her blonde mess of pubic hair. I loved that she barely trimmed her bush at all. It wasn't wild like in the 70's or anything, but a perfectly healthy and sexy patch of hair that sat atop her pink pussy.

She stepped over and took a seat to my right, settling in and finding a good position for her back before spreading her legs open. I leaned forward to get a look at her snatch, seeing it as pink and beautiful as I remembered. I could see she was already wet, our conversation clearly turning her on like it had me.

"Like what you see?" She asked.

"Yeah," I replied "I like it very much."

"Well, you ready?"

I nodded.

I watched as her right hand moved to her lap, and then slipped down between her legs. As it did I took my own right hand and took a grip on my hard cock. I turned off the TV with my left and tossed the remote to the far end of the couch, and we both sat there with our hands on our crotches for a beat before we began in earnest.

As I stroked myself slowly I turned my head to watch as Kelly's hand moved along her pussy. I saw her press a finger just barely inside her folds, getting it good and wet, before she moved up and began to rub at her clit. She let out a soft moan as she touched herself, and the otherwise silent basement was filled with the sounds of us enjoying our own touch. Her head would roll over on the back of the couch every now and then to watch me as I moved my hand up and down the shaft of my cock, and mine like wise would look over to see her rubbing away at her clit. I continued to stroke, rubbing precum along my shaft as it bubbled up from the tip of my cock, feeling myself throbbing in my hand as I watched her soak her clit in her sweet juices.

Normally I feel like I can last a decent while when jerking off, but having Kelly sat next me, legs spread, playing with her beautiful 19 year old pussy was doing a lot for me. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes for a moment as I stroked, taking in the sounds of her moans and breathing and remembering how good it had been to fuck her. Then another sound reached my ears, which caused me to look back down to her lap. I could tell by the way her arm was moving now, and the squelching sound that filled in the little silences, that she had a finger or two inside her. She was moaning louder now, alternating between fingering herself and rubbing her clit.

I picked up speed, taking in the sounds and the sights. Then Kelly's voice moaned in my ear "are you close?"

"Yes." I exhaled.

"Can I finish you?" She asked.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her, she was still working herself, biting her bottom lip again. Her eyes were full of lust.

All I could do was nod.

I took my hand off my dick, and she reached out with her left hand before taking me in her grasp. I moaned loudly at her touch. Being right handed she was a little clumsy with her left, but I didn't mind. It reminded me of how unsure she had been six months ago when she first jerked me off. I assumed she was at least a little better now, having had some more experience, but her left hand was not what she was using.

It didn't matter. It felt so good, and I was already so close. It was only then that it dawned on me that she had no idea about the pill I was on and it's side effect. Well, she was going to find out soon enough.

She stroked me with confidence, and I could feel the pressure building. She put her head back, shut her eyes and focused on the task at hand. Her left jerking me off, her right two knuckles deep inside her. Then I came, my cock throbbed as a thick glob of cum oozed out of my cock. It spurted up into the air a little, splattering onto my legs and her arm. When the first first of cum slid down my shaft and the warm, sticky, substance met her hand she pulled her fingers from between her folds and rubbed furiously at her pussy. Seconds later she let out a scream as she came, she pulled her hand from her crotch and her legs clamped shut as her body convulsed with pleasure. She squeezed my cock as she the waves of pleasure rolled over her, extracting more of my seed from me until it soaked her hand and my member.

We both sat for a bit, her grip loosening until she finally let go of me, her hand dropping onto my leg. It was sticky with cum, but I didn't care, and we just took in the moment as we caught our breath. After a bit she stood up and walked to the bathroom, and I noticed the small wet spot on the couch cushion from her little expulsion when she came. I had almost forgotten that she had a little squirt upon orgasm, but the memory of her fluids squirting into my mouth as she rode my face came flooding back.

When she returned she had a couple of wash rags in her hands. We kept some in every bathroom for cleanup purposes, and I was really glad we did in this moment. She tossed one to me, and I gently cleaned my leg and crotch. I watched as she wiped her hand as clean as she could, we would both need to do some real washing up before going to bed.

"Was that everything you hoped for?" I asked.

"Not everything, but plenty enough for tonight."

She stepped forward, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek before moving over to where here pants and panties sat on the floor. She bent down, giving me a wonderful look at her bubble butt and slit, gathered up her clothes and stood upright. She looked over her shoulder with a smile and said "I know I'll be sleeping well tonight." With that, she sauntered off up the stairs to her bedroom. I watched her ass as she went, the slightly jiggle as she walked away.

I had thought about making a joke about needing her to help me get to bed, but decided against it, grabbed my own pants and underwear and followed suit. I took a real quick shower to clean myself off, threw on my sleep pants and crawled into bed. With the sounds of the baseball game in the background I drifted off to sleep.

MONDAY

The next day I got up and made breakfast once again, and when Kelly emerged from her room the first words out of her mouth were "Really, Luke?"

"What?"

"You're not supposed to be up and about without supervision." She said.

"I'm fine, Kelly," I assured her "and I did all the prep sitting down."

She took a seat at the dining table when I gestured towards it. I noticed her choice of clothes. A plain gray t-shirt and her usual maroon sleep shorts. The shorts came about halfway down her thighs, but when she sat they tended to ride up a little and show a lot more leg. The shirt was one I'd seen her wearing before, but with one key difference: this morning she was braless. It was impossible to not notice, the shirt was just tight enough around the chest that you couldn't see the outline of a cup, her breasts were clearly free, and the faintest hint of nipple was trying to poke through the fabric. I felt a twitch in my shorts at the thought.

As she sat down I handed her a plate with a neatly wrapped breakfast burrito sitting on it. She smiled, thanked me, and began to eat at my insistence.

Once my own burrito was ready I sat down across from her, trying to keep my eyes from settling on her chest. More memories filled my mind of her bare body, and those soft, round, tits. Again I felt the fabric of my shorts putting up a fight.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked her, trying to distract myself with conversation.

"Like a baby. How about you?"

"Not too bad, really."

"Easy to get a good night's sleep after cumming so hard, huh?" She asked. I had just taken a bite of my breakfast and nearly choked on it when I heard the words exit her mouth. I swallowed hard to clear my throat.

"I suppose so." I said.

"I know it sure helped me. A hearty orgasm always helps put me down for the night."

I was a little surprised at how blatant she was being. Kelly had always been a little awkward, especially when it came to things like this, but she seemed so confident now. Had her experiences at school helped, or what she just like this with me? Was she filled with a new vigor because of what we had done the night before?

"Well," I finally managed to say "I'm glad I could help."

She smirked, taking the final bite of her breakfast. I proceeded to finish my meal in relative silence. Part of me wanted to tell her that I'd be happy to help her sleep well all week, but another part of me was screaming that last night had been a mistake. Had it though? By all rights, it was pretty tame compared to what we had done in the past. Some part of me wanted that event to be a one and done thing, a mistake made by three people who would move on from it. But, instead, all I could see were images of Kelly's body, and hear her voice talking about buying a dildo that reminded her of me. The idea that whenever she used it she was thinking of me was actually quite the turn on, and a hell of a compliment.

As I finished up she leaned back in her chair and stretched, pulling the fabric of her shirt against her body tight and absolutely confirming the lack of bra. The outline of her breasts showed the shape I remembered, and her nipples now both pressed against the cloth hard. My shorts grew ever tighter at the sight.

"So, what are your plans today?" I asked her.

"I have some school shit I have to deal with."

"Aren't you between semesters?"

"Yeah," she sighed as she lowered her arms and settled into a more natural position in the chair "it's mostly stuff involving getting signed up for classes and the likes."

I nodded my understanding, I remembered having to deal with that sort of thing. Once my plate was empty, Kelly stood up and leaned across the table to grab it. If her shirt had been loser around the neck I would have had a clear shot down her chest, but I could see how her tits wobbled at the motion which only caused me to throb again. She cleaned up the plates once again and then asked my plans.

"I think I'm gonna hang out on the couch for a bit, watch a movie or something." I said.

She helped me up and escorted me to the couch in question, despite any attempt on my part of protest, and once I was settled in she went off to her room to take care of her school stuff. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't watch her ass as she walked away. The shorts she wore were just loose enough, but still could put on a good show.

It had probably been a couple of hours, I had finished one movie and moved on to another when Kelly came out of her room again. This time she was wearing an outfit that caught my attention. It was a dress had had for years at this point. It was a pale green color, and all over it were white and pink flowers of some sort. It was a very pretty dress, but there was no denying that she was outgrowing it. Whens he was younger it had easily come down past her knees, but now the hem resting about halfway down her thigh, and it was certainly tighter in the top. AS she walked out into the living room where I sat she was pulling a cardigan over the top of it, but there was no hiding the fact that it showed off her chest and highlighted her cleavage.

"I have to run to the store real quick. Need anything?" She asked.

"No, I think I'm good." I said.

With that she was gone. Either she hadn't noticed, or simply didn't want to acknowledge, the growth in my shorts. It was a little difficult to hide, seeing her chest so exposed even for a short moment had got me throbbing.

Some time passed, Kelly had gone to the store and come back and gone back into her room. When she emerged again she wore the same dress, but this time she wore no cardigan to cover her top. She walked into the living room, standing a few paces from where I sat on the couch, put her hands on her hips and smiled at me.

"Do you like this dress?" She asked, almost innocently.

"I think it's cute." I said, trying not to specifically mention how amazing it made her rack look. "But it is maybe a bit short these days."

"Is it?" She said, looking down her own body at the garment she wore. Then she put her arms above her head and stretched her body. The hem of the dress rode up, and when she reached the apex of her stretch she smiled as the hem came up and exposed her bare crotch. Her pink lips and tussle of hair briefly on display with a "Are you sure it's too short?"

There was no hiding the pulsating in my shorts, and I didn't want to hide it. I wanted Kelly to see what she was doing to me, I wanted her to know that she could get me hard.

"I wouldn't advise you do that in public." Was all I could manage to get out.

She dropped her arms, hiding her pussy once more. There was no hiding her breasts though, and she took a couple of steps towards me. I couldn't help but notice how the jiggled and wobbled, even through her dress and a bra. She was deliberately being a little heavy with her footfalls, clearly wanting to draw my attention to her chest.

"When I was out I was wearing panties and spandex shorts," she said "but for you I thought they'd just get in the way."

"What would they get in the way of, exactly?" I asked, my eyes transfixed on the movement of her breasts and she took another step closer and leaned over a little to put her cleavage of full display. She was on the small end of a C cup, but they were the perfect size and shape for her frame. I did what she wanted and gazed down the top of her dress, admiring the soft skin of her chest. Her bra seemed fairly plain minus the separate material along the straps that were shaped like more flowers, and if I hadn't known better I'd have sworn they were pins or buttons she had put along the straps herself.

"Well, last night I got to touch you and make you cum, so I think it's only fair that you get to touch me. If you want, of course."

She shifted her weight and lifted her dress to give me another little peek at her, just a little flash to get me interested. Not that she needed to give me another look, I was already pretty much rock hard at the sight of her. I let my eyes look her up and down again, all the way up her fairly muscular legs, the little flare of her hips, her curves, her tits trying their damndest to break free of her dress, her slightly rounded face with a wry smile.

"So, do you?"

"It seems only fair." I replied.

She gave me a look that asked "how do you want me?" I patted the spot on the couch to my right, she walked over and lowered herself down onto the cushion.

"Okay," I said "turn so your legs are pointing away from me, with your back against my body."

She took second to catch my drift, but did as told. I lifted my right arm and put it along the back of the couch so she could settle in against me, her body now perpendicular to mine, her feet up on the armrest of the couch. I moved my arm down, gently grabbing the hem of the dress and pulling it up a little so it was out of the way. She leaned her head back against my chest as I moved my hand along the inside of one of her thighs. I slid my hand up the skin of her leg, I could feel the warmth emanating off her her, and a slick spot on the inside of her leg let me know she was already dripping wet with anticipation.

I heard the soft gasp that escaped her lips when my hand made contact with her labia, the soft flaps flexing under my touch and parting with ease as my fingers slipped between them so I could get them good and lubricated. Almost instantly I could feel her sweet juices soaking my skin, and as I continued to move my hand I slipped my fingers from between her lips and let them make first contact with her clit. She moaned as I applied a little pressure to her, a soft "god, I've missed this" fluttering up to my ears as I rubbed at her clit. I turned my head and got a look directly down her dress, right at her cleavage as her chest heaved in response to my touch.

At her behest I rubbed her clit, smothering it in her own fluids and making her moan. I applied more pressure when she asked me to, and from time to time I would slip my fingers back between her folds to re-lubricate. I rubbed at her clit quickly, her moans getting louder as I pleasured her. Her breathing was becoming more erratic as I touched her, and she let out a load moan that echoed through the room as I plunged my middle and ring fingers together knuckle deep inside her pussy. I moved my fingers around to rub her inside, then pulled them free and began to rub her clit once more.

"Oh, fuck!" She screamed. "Keep going, keep going!"

I did as she asked, rubbing at her clit. I brought my head down so it was closer to her own, I could feel her breath on my cheeks. I made sure I was as close to her ear as possible as I continued to please her.

"You gonna cum for me?" I asked.

She moaned an affirmation, she was incapable of words at this point.

"If you cum for me, I'll let you suck my cock." I said.

Seemingly at the thought of getting me in her mouth again her body began to tense. One more subtle movement of my fingers along her clit and she convulsed, letting out a scream of ecstasy as she came. I felt her juices splash on my hand, and I plunged my fingers back inside her briefly to feel her cunt contract as she came to orgasm.

Once she was in control of her body she grabbed my arm by the wrist, and told me "keep this handy."

She shifted her position, now basically lying on her belly on the couch. She got her hands to a spot where she could help me out of my shorts, and my cock eagerly greeted her once more. She took my right hand and hand me slather my cock in the fluids that had been soaking my hand. Once I was suitably saturated for her, she shoved my hand aside and began to lick every inch of my cock. I leaned my head back and moaned as her tongue explored my flesh again, as she tasted herself on me. She ran her tongue from base to tip and back again before finally running it all the way up my cock and letting her lips engulf me. I had forgotten how soft those lips were, how good they felt sliding down around my throbbing erection. The last time she had sucked me off she had never done so before, but now she seemed more confident, a little more skilled in her approach.

I could feel her tongue undulating against my cock as she bobbed her head up and down, she could get about half of my six and half inches in her young and eager throat at any one time. She brought her right arm up and took what she couldn't fit in her mouth in her hand. As she moved her head up her hand followed, and when she pushed back down her hand slid down to make way for her lips. I could only open my eyes and watch her for a handful of seconds at the time, the pleasure overwhelming me as she happily sucked my cock.

I took my right hand and again pulled the hem of her dress up towards her hips, exposing her ass to me. I gave her a playful slap, watching the malleable skin of her buttocks ripple in a very pleasing way. She moaned around my dick as she continued to suck, pulling her head all the way up at one point and saying "yeah, slap that ass" before letting her tongue wander all over me and once more wrapping those soft, youthful, lips around my stiff mass and sucking away. I was happy to oblige her and slapped her ass again, a little harder, testing the waters.

I moved my hand around on her ass before slipping it down between her legs again. I let my fingers gently rub against her pussy, feeling her wetness once more. Her body jerked a little at my touch as a shock of pleasure was sent through her, and I moved my hand back up to slap her ass again.

She picked up the pace, giving it her all, and she was doing amazing. I was so close at this point that I wasn't sure any amount of warning would help her. I felt her push down as far as she could go, open her mouth a little wider, and her tongue slipped out to lick a little further down my shaft than her lips could reach. As she dragged the tip of her tongue along the underside of my cock and back into her mouth I couldn't take any more.

I heard a muffled sound of surprise as I came, but to her credit Kelly kept her lips wrapped around my pulsating cock. Several hard pumps shot string after string of warm cum into her throat. During the threesome I had cum on both her and Noel's faces, and they had happily licked up my seed to get their first taste, but this was different. Every last drop was blasting out of me and down her gullet.

When my cock had finally stopped pulsing I felt the distinct and singular sensation of her swallowing. When she pulled her head from my lap, only a little semen dribbled from the corner of her mouth, the rest she had just just swallowed like a champ. She got up on her knees next to me, her mouth slightly agape but smiling. She licked at her lips to get the last bits of my sperm into her mouth before swallowing again.

We sat in a brief silence, the only sounds our mutual panting.

"That was incredible." I said.

"You're telling me." Kelly said. "Holy shit you came a lot. I think more than last night."

"Are you okay? I'm a little surprised that wasn't overwhelming."

"It was, a little. But it was either that or spit it up all over you. This seemed more prudent. And, if I'm being honest, now having had you cum in my mouth, I kinda like it. I wasn't sure if I would, but I'm glad I got to taste you like that."

I was a little flattered, and impressed. She stood up in front of the couch, then gave me a smile and turned around as she lifted her dress.

"One more." She said with a wink.

I slapped her ass again, loving the way it reacted to my hand before she dropped the dress and went off her room.

It was a handful of hours later, I found myself still out on the couch when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw the icon for a next text. I wondered who was texting me, my wife was likely still in meetings due to the time-zone difference, all my buddies chatted on Discord, and all my professional contacts got in touch via e-mail.

I unlocked my phone and opened my texting app to see it was from Kate. I opened the message to see a picture of her, taken at a high angle to give me another view of her rack while she made a kissy face and winked at the camera. Below the picture were six simple words: "it's more fun in my room."

I thought for a moment, wondering if she actually meant what I thought she did. I debated until my cock throbbed in my shorts again, which seemed to settle any argument my mind was having with itself. I got up and made my way to her room. Before I could even knock I heard her voice from inside tell me to come in.

When I opened the door she was sat on her bed, the same green dress, legs open, still no underwear to hide her beautiful hairy snatch. She wore the same smile as before, the one that spoke volumes of how horny she was. And there, in one hand, was a dildo. She hadn't lied, it was about the same length and girth as I was. She brought it up to her mouth, licking at it before sliding it between her lips. She only sucked on it for a brief moment before pulling it out and putting the dildo down on the bed.

"I'd rather the real deal." She said. "And it seems like the real deal is up for the task."

She was right, I was already rock hard again in my shorts. She made a hand gesture to beckon me over to her, and I wasted no time walking up to her bed where she sat. She quickly got my shorts off, freeing my cock as it yearned for her touch again. She took me in her hand and began to stroke me, making me moan softly. Her other hand cupped my balls, and my moaning got louder. She took her right hand and reached it down between her legs, gasping as she got her hand wet and brought it back up to get me nice and slick. Between her juices and my precum her hand was gliding along my shaft with ease, and it felt so good I could barely keep my eyes open again.

Eventually she gave me a little push to get me to step back away from the bed. The bed was slightly too tall to accommodate her giving me oral while sitting, and once she had enough room between me and then bed she slid down onto her knees to fill the void. She took me in her hand and stroked me some more, soon letting her tongue free to lick me all over before wrapping her mouth around me again. I moaned as her soft lips slid down my cock, her right hand again working whatever she couldn't fit in her mouth, and her left playing with my balls once more.

She felt so good sucking me off, and every now and again I'd look down to see her eyes looking up at me as her head moved back and forth with ease. Every time our eyes met she'd let out a happy little moan, the vibrations on my cock feeling good as she continued to blow me.

She pulled her head all the way back, letting my cock free of her lips but licking at the head a little. She looked up at me, and I was worried she was disappointed it was taking as long as it was to get me to cum.

"I wanna try something a little," she paused "interesting."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

She let go of my cock and turned on her knees to open one of the underside storage drawers of her bed. Inside was a strange looking contraption with a hole in it that she pulled out. She shut the drawer, then reached her arm up behind her and felt around on the bed until her hand landed on her dildo. She took the fake phallus and slid it into the thing she had taken out of the bed until the dildo was sticking all the way out of the hole. She then placed it on the ground, and now the dildo was sticking straight up and held in place by the apparatus.

"I want to suck you off," she said "while I ride this."

I was a little taken aback. It seemed so kinky for her, but then again she was throwing herself at me so maybe I just brought out the horniest side of her. It was a bit weird, but if she wanted to know what it was like to ride one cock and suck another I was happy to be either of those cocks.

She had me scoot back another step and half and placed the dildo holder in front of her. She wanted to have enough room to be clear of any potential accidental impact on one of the drawer handles, but close enough to the bed she could use it as support if she needed to. I was happy to let her take the lead here, this was new territory for me as well, and I wasn't going to try and give her advice or rush her.

She scooted forward on her knees, and I watched as the apparatus disappeared under her and her dress. She stopped once she was over it, reached down to make sure she was positioned right and then lowered herself down. I watched her face as she felt the dildo penetrate her, how her eyes rolled back a little and her mouth opened at the sensation. Seeing the way it made her smile to feel a cock, real or not, enter her pussy made me throb. She let out a soft moan as she slid all the way down, and once she was settled she took my cock back in her hand, and with a smile, began to lightly bounce on the dildo.

I watched as she did, the look on her face one of pure lustful joy, the top down view of her beautiful breasts bouncing in her dress as she moved up and down on the artificial penis below her, her hand stroking me as she got herself situated and up to the speed she wanted to be going. Then she took me back into her mouth, moaning the whole time as she tried to manage the two actions at once. It was unreal watching her bounce and bob at the same time, and the extra stimulation she was getting made her go into overdrive and dial up the stimulation she was giving. She was filled with a renewed vigor and sense of drive almost, and we both reaped the benefits of this little test.

She was a little ungainly at first, having never tried this before, but once she found her groove it was heavenly. Feeling and hearing her moan as she took me in her mouth, hearing the wet squelching sound coming from her cunt on the dildo, being able to look down and see her face in pure bliss, or catch a little glance of her tits jiggling spectacularly as she rode. I was filled with memories of her riding me, her naked form bouncing on my cock, the tightness of her pussy, how good it felt to fuck her. Could I fuck her again? This all seemed so strange, but she was so into it and with my wife gone this all felt like a better way to blow off some steam than just rubbing one out from time to time. She must have sensed trepidation from me as far as actual intercourse went, seeing how she didn't try to push it, but my mind and body were more than happy to let her pleasure me with her mouth for the moment.

That moment was coming to an end, though, as I again felt the tell tale signs of oncoming orgasm. My muscles began to tense up, I felt a tingle in my balls as I inched ever closer.

"Oh god, Kelly, I'm gonna blow!"

She kept sucking and bouncing, and again I felt my cock throb in her mouth as I shot another thick load down her throat. She moaned happily, her head mostly still while she continued to bounce on the dildo. Over and over I spurted my sticky seed into her mouth, and soon she slammed down on the dildo, and she let out a muffled scream as she came. We both moaned loudly as we reached orgasm together, her body shaking and my cock throbbing, the sensation of me lining her esophagus with my sperm seeming to make her orgasm more intense.

It took several moments for us to both be done, and when she pulled those soft lips from my cock she took several hard swallows before opening her mouth so I could see that she had got every last drop.

"Holy shit." I said.

"I can't believe you came just as hard the second time," she said "I was under the impression that wasn't often the case."

I explained about the side effect of the muscle relaxer I was on, and her eyes lit up.

"You mean you're gonna cum that hard pretty much every time I can get you to blow?"

I nodded. I also wondered how many more times she intended to try and make me cum during the week.

"Oh, that is fantastic news." She said with a smile as she dismounted her toy. I looked down, at first to watch her tits wobble pleasantly, and then to notice how utterly soaked the dildo she had been riding was. It glistened in the light of the room, and the base it was inserted into had noticeable streaks of liquid running down it to the carpeted floor.

When she was able to stand again she scooped up the entire assembly and said "I better go wash this." She then disappeared into the guest bathroom, that was basically just her own private bathroom, and with a provocative look back over her shoulder she shut the door behind her. I gathered up my shorts and walked the short distance down the hall to my bedroom to rest for a bit.

The rest of the day went by without further incident, but she continued to wear the dress and as we ate dinner she leaned forward more than usual as if to give me a little show. I didn't complain one bit, and as she walked off down the hall to go to bed she twirled around to wish me a good night, the fabric of the dress splaying outwards and giving me another quick glance at her bush and ass.

Who knew my sweet, awkward and shy step-daughter could be such a fucking tease?

TUESDAY

Kelly emerged from her bedroom that morning with a stretch, her plain gray shirt pulling up to show off her little bit of belly fat that I found so cute and endearing.

"I slept so good last night," she said through the stretch "but all my dreams revolved around sucking you off."

She had barely entered the kitchen before I was upon her. Not in an aggressive way, but I soon had her back up against the wall with my left arm outstretched and hand planted next to her head. She let out an excited little sound that was a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

"Play your cards right and I'll let you blow me again." I said. "But right now I have a question for you."

Her expression seemed quizzical, but no words were needed to convey what she was thinking.

"When was the last dream?"

"The one I just woke up from." She said.

"Then that should mean-" I said with a smile, and then slid my right hand down into her maroon shorts. She made another excited sound, followed by a breathy moan as my hand rubbed the wet crotch of her underwear. I couldn't stop myself even if I had wanted to, in that moment all I knew was that I wanted to make her feel good, to make her scream with delight, to make her cum again.

I rubbed the crotch of her panties for a moment until she practically begged me to go under. I moved my hand up, slipped it under the waistband of her underwear and slid my hand down until I was in contact with her soaking little pussy. I wasted no time getting to work, letting my fingers take shallow little trips between her folds before rubbing at her clit. She put her left hand on my shoulder, and her right reached up to grab onto my arm to stabilize herself as I played with her. She moaned as I touched her, her body moving to the pleasure, faint words filling the air as she encouraged me to keep going.

When my middle finger slipped deeper inside her she gasped, her whole body moving in a wave as she felt me rub at the inside of her teen snatch for a moment. I wanted to tease her a little, make her want it, make her beg me to make her cum.

I didn't have to wait long.

As my finger moved back to her clit and I rubbed in a circular motion her breathing became more staggered. Between moans and gasps I heard her say "just like that, Luke, please don't stop, please I wanna cum so badly." I was half tempted to switch things up to be a tease, but I couldn't. I kept rubbing her just like that, she kept telling to me, and then I leaned in until my mouth was next to her ear.

"Tell me." I whispered.

"God, make me cum, Luke. Make me cum!"

I gave her clit another motion and a little extra pressure and she lost it. Her head tilted upwards against the wall and her scream echoed throughout the house. Her grip on my arm and shoulder tightened as she used me to keep herself upright as her legs damn near gave out from under her. I watched as her chest pushed forward as her back arched, felt the little spritz of her lubricants on my hand and felt her shaking as she tried to compose herself.

I pulled my hand from her shorts when she was steady again, and as I went to bring it to my lips she grabbed my wrist and pulled it to her own, licking my hand and sucking on my fingers until every last drop of her nectar was off of me. Speaking of being a tease, she seemed hell bent of stopping me from tasting her so far. I was going to have to change that, because in the moment I craved her taste more than anything else.

We ate breakfast like normal afterwards, hardly a word said between us. I think my being the initiator this time took her wildly off guard, and I kind of loved that. I had been nervous about all of this, what had happened six months ago was supposed to be a one and done thing to never be spoken of again, let alone acted on in any way. But with each successive act of passion and lust we engaged in the thoughts of how wrong it all was faded away. It was good to feel pleasure, it was good to feel the touch of a woman, it was good to know that I hadn't been alone in remembering and enjoying the memories of that day.

After breakfast Kelly had to run back to her apartment because she realized she had forgotten something. She was going to be gone for a little bit as campus was a decent drive away, and while she was I couldn't stop myself from going into her room and rummaging through her underwear drawer a little. I had seen some of her panties and bras through doing laundry, but there were a few in there I had never seen before. Most of her undergarments were, like her mother's, utilitarian. Plain, if fun colored, cotton panties and bras. I did notice a couple of pairs of decidedly more sexy underwear with lace and the likes, and two pairs of boy shorts as well.

I felt my cock throb as I took it all in. I debated jerking off right then and there, maybe cumming on her underwear, but decided it was best to save as much of my cum for Kelly herself as I possibly could.

When she came home I was walking down the hall from my bedroom to grab a drink. She slammed the door shut behind her, not in anger but rather in impatience, tossed the bag she had grabbed from her apartment on the couch and walked over to me. She put her hands on my shoulders, and with some force pushed me against the wall.

"I've been thinking about this since I left." She said as she lowered herself down onto her knees, and soon my shorts were around my ankles once more. This simple action, and the lust in her eyes, was getting me plenty hard, and she took me into her mouth while I was still semi-flaccid.

It didn't take long before I was fully erect again, those lips could do magic, and she greedily bobbed her head on my cock. I moaned as she sucked me off, her desire overriding everything else in her brain, and I wasn't going to stop her. Her soft lips moved along my shaft effortlessly, and our moans drifted down the empty hallway as she pleasured me with her mouth. I wasn't sure if she had gotten much practice at school, or if she was just using her dildo to train herself, but she gave amazing head. Much better than the first time she had nervously blown me, and I was here for it.

Between how good her lips felt and the impromptu nature of this oral session, as well as the fact I had been thinking of her since she had been gone, I didn't last nearly as long as I would normally have. Her furious, passion fueled, sucking and moaning pushed me over the edge quickly.

This time, however, she surprised me one more time. She pulled my cock from her mouth, stuck out her tongue and rested it there. With a quickly waggle of her tongue and a gentle stroke of her hand I again came in her mouth, but this time I watched as each string of my sperm shot into her open jaws and disappeared down her throat. Her eyes were closed as she experienced the pleasure on her end, and I saw my cock throb as I sent my seed down.

When I was done, she moved her head back, her tongue still on the underside of my cock. The sensation managed to elicit one last little spray of cum that landed on her tongue. Despite her surprise, and mine, she kept it there until I was completely free of her, her tongue still sticking out so I could see the little puddle of white resting on it. Then she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed again with a smile.

She stood up, walked back to the couch to grab her back and then walked past me to go to her room like nothing had even happened. I stood there, pants around my ankles and my erection slowly fading for a minute before I pulled my shorts up and did what I had come out to the kitchen to do in the first place.

Hours passed without Kelly and I seeing each other, she was working on something or other in her room and I had let the muscle relaxers do their thing and taken a hell of a nap. When I awoke there was an obvious tent in my shorts, although I couldn't remember any specific sex dream or anything, and I knew there was really only one valid solution to my problem.

I walked out of my room and opened the door to Kelly's room. She was sitting at her desk, headphones on and playing a game on her computer. I was pretty certain she was playing alone as she wasn't talking, and she had barely seemed to notice that I had opened her door. She gave me a quick glance and a smile as I walked over to her.

She wearing a shirt I was quite fond of: it was a dark blue with horizontal gray stripes it was a little tight and hugged her body in very pleasing ways, and just cut low enough up top to expose her sternum. On a less busty girl it probably wouldn't have shown much of any cleavage, but with Kelly's ample chest pushing at the fabric I got a nice look at those soft tits. She also wore a pair of pre-torn black jeans that likewise were a little on the tight side. They showed off every last bit of her legs quite nicely, and I knew for a fact they really emphasized her ass.

I walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders for a moment, she moaned and tilted her back to look up at me.

"What do you need me to do?" She asked me.

"Nothing," I said, making sure I spoke slowly enough she could read my lips if she couldn't hear me "just play your game and enjoy yourself."

I looked down to get a view down her shirt, a pink bra peaking out with laced straps. Soon my hands wandered from her shoulders down her body, and over her shirt I began to grope at those tits. Even through shirt and bra they were as soft and amazing as I had remembered. I fondled them eagerly, and she reacted in kind with gentle moans. Soon I moved my hands back up, putting them against her sternum before slowly lowering them down under the fabric of her shirt. I was testing the waters, and she made no effort to stop me, just kept playing her game and moaning softly. Over her bra I continued to play with her tits, squeezing them and just enjoying the feeling of them in my hands. I have them a little wiggle to watch the soft flesh ripple, which made her giggle a little before I went back to groping her properly. I had missed the feeling of those soft, young, breasts in my hands.

But I was here for far more than some simple groping, I wanted something else, something she had been denying me.

I pulled my hands from her shirt, and then proceeded to climb under her desk. She made a surprised sound at my move, but was happy to let me do whatever I was going to do. It was a little cramped under the desk, but I was willing to deal with that for what I was going to get. I could always take a bath or a shower to soothe any angry muscles once I was done.

I ran my hands along her legs, running up her calves and thighs, ending with me applying a little pressure at the crotch of her jeans. I heard her moan a little and she wiggled in her chair to adjust and give me better access. I continued to run my hands all over the lower half of her body, until finally I brought them up and began to work the button of her pants. She wore no belt, so it was easy getting to the button and popping it. I then made quick work of the zipper. I hooked my fingers into the vacant belt loops and began to tug on the snug denim. She lifted her butt off the chair for a moment and soon I had her jeans pulled down off her hips and was moving them down her legs. It wasn't long before I was yanking them off one leg at a time and tossing them in a heap on the floor next to her chair.

Even through her brown panties I could smell her, the sex emanating off her. She was turned on for sure, she knew what was coming and she wanted it as badly as I did it seemed. I wasted little time moving my hands back up her, now bare, legs, letting one of the graze the crotch of her underwear a little before I grabbed the elastic waistband and began to pull them off her. Again she lifted her butt off the chair to make it easier, and in no time flat her panties joined her jeans in a pile on the floor.

I slid my hands back up her legs, gently nudging them apart as I did so, until she shifted herself down a little to be able to better spread them. Soon I had a full, unobstructed, view of her damp pussy. Those pink lips, the patch of blonde hair, her clit proudly on display, everything right there for the taking. I moved my right hand up, letting my left squeeze her thigh as I rubbed at her again. She moaned, and her scent now filled my nostrils and override anything else in my brain. All I knew in that moment was one simple thing: I wanted to taste that cunt.

I adjusted myself, leaning forward until I could feel the warmth radiating off her against my face. I let my tongue slip free of my mouth, and we both quivered in delight as I made contact with her pussy. I was washed over with memories of the first time I tasted, her, how sweet her flavor was, and my tongue moved as if by instinct to lap at her soft folds and get all of her taste it could. I let her juices saturate my tongue, drenching my taste buds in her wetness. She moaned louder, and I could hear her still trying to play her game as I gave in and went to town on her.

My tongue moved all over her crotch, licking along her lips, pushing inside her to get more of her nectar, lapping at her pussy and moving all around her clit. I wanted this more than anything, to eat her out, to devour her 19 year old pussy with a fervor she had dragged out of me. My hands were on her thighs, gripping her tight as my tongue explored every last bit of her pussy that it could. I could feel her body shake as I hit certain spots, as my tongue danced in certain ways on her clit, and the moan that echoed off the walls when I sucked on her clit made my cock throb.

I heard faint words of affirmation as I ate her out, but couldn't tell if she was speaking quietly or if my mind was so focused on the task at hand, and enjoying the pleasure of her taste, that she just sounded far away. I put my tongue to her clit and applied gentle pressure while licking like a thirsty dog and she moaned louder with each lick it seemed. I heard her voice drift down to my ears, and the words "oh god, just like that" gave me all the motivation I needed. I kept licking, keeping the pressure as constant as I could manage, gripping her legs as I pleasured her with my mouth. I was finally giving her what she had given me three times now, and I loved that I could make her feel this good with just my tongue.

Just a few more licks, and with one final lap her body tensed and she moaned louder than before. Her hips bucked a little as she came, the orgasm wracking her, and I took the moment to be a little cheeky. I let my tongue barely part her lips with another lick, the sound that came from her sounded as surprised as it did pleasurable, and I felt the expulsion of liquid on my tongue and lips as she came for me. Her breathing was labored, and the occasional "oh fuck" or "god damn" slipped through as her body relaxed again.

But I wasn't done.

I crawled out from under her desk, her taste still soaking my tongue, and stood next to her. She kept her eyes on her monitor, only letting them glance over as she watched my shorts drop to the floor. I took my cock in my right hand and began to stroke myself, using my left to reach over and fondle her breasts through her shirt once more. Feeling those soft, full, tits in my hand, even through shirt and bra, along with still being able to smell her arousal and taste her juices on my tongue, did plenty to help push my along. I took my hand off her chest and pulled her headphone off her. They were fairly nice, and I didn't want to risk ruining them.

She seemed to get what I was going for, and she reached a hand under her chair and lowered it as far as it would go, which brought her face pretty even with my crotch. She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly towards me, opening her mouth a little. I couldn't tell if that last part was because she was hoping to get more cum in her mouth, or if she just couldn't breath any other way in the moment. Whatever the answer, I didn't care and neither did my dick. With one last stroke I exploded all over her face. Some went in her mouth, most of the sticky white substance coated her cheek, some splattered across her large round glasses, some even fell short and left wet spots on her shirt and little puddles of cum on her sternum and cleavage.

When I convinced I was finished I stepped back to take a look at her. She turned her attention back to her game, licking her lips to get the bits of cum that had landed there into her mouth. She let out satisfied sound as she let it slide down her throat.

I stepped out of my shorts, as the adrenaline died down my back was starting to scream at for for having the audacity to climb under her desk I knew a hot shower was in order.

Kelly sat there, still panting as my cum slowly ran down her face and dripped onto her chest. Finally she said "it's about time you ate me out."

I laughed a little, wanting to point out that she never gave indication she wanted me to. Not to mention that the two times I had fingered her she denied me getting a taste of her.

"You're every bit as delicious as I remembered." I said. I then leaned forward, close to her ear and whispered "And you took that facial like a good slut." I watched as she got goosebumps from my words, a little shiver running along her body at the words. She liked it it seemed, and that was good as it was a total shot in the dark if she would take it as a compliment or not.

As I walked out of her room I turned to take another look at her. Still naked from the waist down, her breathing normalizing a bit, and I could see a single strand of cum slowly dripping from her chin down to her sternum. And I heard her say faintly, to herself, "Finish this level real quick and then you can wash your face."

Even hours later her taste lingered on my tongue, even dinner couldn't mask it entirely. But the rest of the day passed without another major incident. She would occasionally brush against me gently, and I did give her ass a smack at one point as we passed each other in the kitchen. She had put her jeans back on and I had to admire how they hugged her rump, and my hand acted on it's own. At one point she let her hand brush my crotch, and I took an opportunity at dinner as I was clearing the table to reach my hand down and give one of her tits another squeeze.

As I finally drifted to sleep I only remembered her taste and her moans. Everything else about the day seemed inconsequential compared to her flavor in my mouth. Her sweetness filled my dreams and I had a feeling the next day was going to be even more wild.

WEDNESDAY

I found myself in the kitchen once more, standing at the counter and prepping ingredients for breakfast. I heard Kelly's door open and she walked down the hallway into the kitchen with me. I turned to greet her to see her usual maroon sleep shorts and a black tank top as her attire of the morning. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank, both because the straps were super thin, and because I could see the natural bit of sag through her top. I could also spot the faint outline of her nipples, which gave me a little tingle in my pants.

"What're doing?" She asked me as she drew closer.

"Just doing some breakfast prep." I replied.

She stood next to me, and without provocation reached her hand down and began to rub at the crotch of my shorts. My cock throbbed and grew in response, and she smiled.

"I know what I want for breakfast." She said.

She then squeezed between myself and the counter, practically nose to nose with me, before she lowered herself down into a squat. She rested her back against the cabinet, and I felt her finger hook into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down. A happy little sound escaped her when my cock sprang up to meet her, pulsing at the idea of her mouth yet again. I felt the chill run over me as she got right to it, her soft lips welcoming my cock once more as she pushed to get every bit of me in her mouth that she could.

She couldn't go crazy with her head motions lest she get over zealous and smack the back of her head against the cabinet, so instead she went slow and methodically, tenderly fellating me as I continued my best to keep prepping for our meal. She moaned softly around my dick, her lips dragging along the shaft slowly and purposefully. She would pull her head back enough that I would slip from her mouth, and she'd let her tongue wander all over me making me moan more. She ran her tongue in slow, careful, circles along the head of my cock, and then with a little chuckle she'd open her mouth just wide enough and move her head down my shaft once more.

It was getting more and more difficult to focus on the task I had been at before she came into the kitchen, and eventually I gave up altogether. I put down the knife I had been holding and placed my palms flat on the counter, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feel of her mouth. Her lips slid along my cock with ease, her tongue moving around as much as it could to give a little extra stimulation, her hands on my thighs as she moved to sucking basically just my head. Small motions, only working a little bit of me, but the most sensitive part which gave me goosebumps and sent shivers all through my body. And again I moaned as I felt her slide her head down my cock, getting about halfway down before her gag reflex kicked in and waggling her tongue along the underside of my shaft.

She felt so good, her mouth so inviting and welcoming. But in that moment I knew, I knew I wanted more than her mouth. I knew the lips I wanted to feel on my cock.

I reached down and grabbed her arms and helped her stand back up. My cock popped out of her mouth as she stood upright and I stepped back a little. She looked confused, like she was worried she had done something wrong. I looked her up and down real quick, her nipples were now as hard as my dick and pushing desperately at the fabric of her tank top. Her mouth was still slightly open, like she was waiting for me to guide her back down to blow me some more. But no, I had other plans.

I put my hands on her arms, stepped out of my shorts, and walked her over to the dining table. I spun her around until she was facing towards the table and away from me, she looked back over her shoulder at my with a look that seemed surprised but also as if asking "we're really going to do this?" When she realized what was coming she smiled a huge smile, as if she had been waiting for the moment I took her. I put a hand on her back and pushed her forward until her elbows were resting on the table, then I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down to the floor. She was wearing the same pair of sage green panties she had worn six months ago when I had first fucked her, the memory of those panties made me throb more. I grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, exposing her beautiful round buttocks, and once her panties were down at the floor she adjusted her stance and spread her legs a touch, just enough that I got a lovely from behind view of her pussy.

Again the aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils, overriding any other senses in the moment, and I took just a second to admire the view. Her lovely ass, her visibly wet pussy, all mine.

I took my cock in hand, saddled up behind her and guided my way between her legs. We both both moaned loudly as my cock split her labia and pushed inside her. She was still delightfully tight, but she was so wet and ready and wanting that her snatch welcomed me with little trouble. I exhaled as I felt the walls of her pussy around my cock, and we both moaned again as I managed to get every inch of me buried between her warm folds.

"Oh god, I've missed this." She said. "Nothing beats the real thing."

I had a brief mental image of her on her hands in knees in her bed, fucking herself with her dildo and calling out my name, or maybe she had some other apparatus to mount it on a wall so she could fuck it proper. Either way, now it was me inside her and not some facsimile of my cock.

I let us bask in the sensation of our connection for a moment, feeling her body twitch and tremble as her synapses fired and and her nerves went wild with excitement. I put my hands on her hips and began to move back and forth, sliding in and out of her slowly and carefully. I wanted to ravage her, but it had been months since our last time together and I didn't want to risk going too hard too soon and hurting her. So, for the moment, we both enjoyed the slow motions as our bodies acclimated to each other once more. Every push inside of her I felt her pussy molding around me, her walls gripping my cock and maximizing both of our sensations. Slow and steady, feeling her out, reveling in her embrace.

I brought my left hand up and gave her ass a slap, watching how it moved. She moaned as my hand made contact, and I watched as she looked back at me with a look on her face I could only describe as unrelentingly horny.

She didn't even need to say anything, I knew the look that said she was ready, one more smack of her ass before grabbing her by the hips again. Two more slow thrusts, pushing deep inside her. There was a single beat, and then I gave her what she, and I, wanted.

I began to to thrust hard and fast, and soon the house was filled with the sounds of our moans and the wet slapping of our bodies. I fucked her hard, slamming her tight 19 year old cunt for all it could take, I looked down to watch her ass jiggle, the ripples on her soft skin mesmerizing as I slammed into her again and again, with every thrust, every impact, I watched that beautiful teen ass jiggle in the most pleasing of ways.

For a brief moment a pang of guilt was in the back of my mind, here I was having sex with my step-daughter, again, but it was quickly shoved aside by the facts that she not only wanted this, but that she had started this entire series of events. We both wanted it, we both longed for it, that intimate touch of two bodies coming together perfectly in a symphony of moans and skin on skin contact.

I moved my hands up from her hips and grabbed two handfuls of her ass, squeezing her checks as I continued to plow her hard. I was getting lost in the feeling of her, in her wetness her warmth, her tightness. Every thrust I felt her stretch and contract as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, seemingly with every thrust she moaned more and more.

Soon my hands moved from her ass, freeing it to wobble as it wanted to under my relentless fucking, and I slid them up and under her body and I felt her breast settle into my palms. Even in her tank they were swinging as I laid into her, and now I had them in my grasp, only a thin layer of fabric between our skin, her nipples poking into my palms as I groped her. My thrusting now was shorter, but just as hard, which meant we were getting more thrusts in the same amount of time and we were both enjoying the new angle my cock was pushing into her at as I played with her breasts. I gave her nipples a pinch through her tank, remembered that her nipples were somewhat sensitive, and she let out a sound that was half squeak and half moan as I kept up my pace on her snatch.

When I finally let her tits go and stood up straight again, I took her by the hips and continued to thrust, but much slower while just as hard. Savoring every movement, every reaction of her body inside and out, every ripple on her ass, every moan that filled the air. Then I gave her everything I had, fucking her hard and fast once more, the entire table rocking on it's legs with her as she took my cock like a champ. Over and over I slammed her pussy from behind, feeling it grab me as I pushed deep inside with every thrust.

"God, Luke," her voice came between moans "let me make you cum. I wanna make you cum with my pussy."

Those words were enough to nearly send me over the edge, but it was when she came that things got tense. Her whole body rocked, and I felt her snatch clasp around me even tighter, gripping my throbbing cock and pushing me closer and closer to completion. But I wanted to try something a little unorthodox.

"Do you trust me?" I managed to say as I felt her body shake around me.

"Yes." She moaned.

I pulled my cock from her pussy, a gasp escaping her as she felt me slide out of her, I grabbed her ass again, spread her cheeks apart a little and then slid my cock between them like a hotdog. She seemed a little surprised, probably wondering at first if I was going to try for anal, but instead of pushed her plump, soft, buttocks together around my cock and thrust some more. She let out a surprised little gasp at the sensation of my cock rubbing against the inside of her glutes, but it felt good and she didn't seem to mind.

It only took a handful of thrusts before I reached my breaking point. I pulled my cock from between her cheeks, took it in hand to aim and came. I spray her ass with thick white globs of cum, one after the other splattering against her nubile flesh until I painted nearly every last inch of her ass in spunk.

I took my cock, while it was still at least semi hard, and slapped it against one of her ass cheeks, which got a surprised little squeal out of her. I walked to her bathroom, leaving her there, bent over the dining table with her ass covered in my seed and her own expulsion dripping down her legs. I came back with a couple of wash rags, using one to wipe myself down to prevent dripping cum on the floor. Then I took one and wiped her ass down as best I could. When she finally stood upright again I was behind her, and I wrapped an arm around her and with my free hand grabbed one of her breasts again and gave it a playful squeeze.

She took another rag from me and wiped at her bottom, and then proceeded to pull out one of the chairs and plop right down into it. I watched her tits jiggle perfectly as she sat down, and she looked at me and asked what was for breakfast.

I laughed, told her I was making eggs and, without bothering to put my shorts back on, went about the process of finishing the prep work and began cooking. We sat and enjoyed our eggs, both of us without pants, the smell of hot sex lingering in the air almost as strong as the smell of the onions I had put into the eggs. Once we ate, we put our respective bottoms back on, went to the couch, and turned on a movie. As we watched, Kelly leaned into me and we shared a surprisingly tender moment, we cuddled for a bit, and once the movie was over we went our separate ways for a little bit.

Hours passed, and eventually I ended up in the tub enjoying the soothing feeling of water jetted water on my muscles. Even with the muscles relaxers I was on, it seemed maybe I had gone a touch too hard earlier in the day. So, I settled in and just enjoyed myself. I had been soaking in the tub for probably half an hour or so when the door to my bedroom swung open. I had left the bathroom door open because, well it's my room.

Kelly walked into the bedroom and looked at the bed as if trying to find me, and upon noticing my clothes laying on the bed stopped confused for a moment before turning and seeing me sitting in the tub. She must have had her headphones on to not have heard me filling the tub earlier. She walked into the doorway of the bathroom and stood in silence for a second, I could see her eyes glancing down at the churning water. She was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, she hadn't gone anywhere and seemed intent on just being comfortable.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh," she said, her eyes snapping up to look at me "I just wanted to let you know that I have to run to campus in the morning. I just got an e-mail saying I need to come take care of something for one of the classes I signed up for, so I'll be heading out pretty early. So you, um..." she trailed off and looked sort of blank.

"I, what?" I asked.

"Sorry. You won't need to worry about me for breakfast."

She looked a little distraught, and it was concerning.

"Everything okay?"

"It's just..." She stopped to find the right words. "It's just bullshit that I'm not prepared to deal with right now. It's something that I shouldn't need to worry about until, like, right before the semester starts, but they changed something or some shit and now I've gotta go deal with it tomorrow or I can't take the class. And it's going to take fucking hours, and I'm just so annoyed that they can spring this on people. What if I lived out of state? Or was on vacation? I'd just be fucked out of a class I need for my major, and they only offer it twice a year."

I remembered those days, dealing with schools trying to pull shit on students. I didn't miss it, I can say that with confidence. I hated seeing her so stressed out, and wished there was something I could do to help her. So I offered the only thing I could think of.

"Why don't you join me in a nice soak?" I asked, gesturing to the tub.

Her eyes wandered again, as if trying to catch a glimpse of me under the water. I was already getting hard seeing her standing there, remembering the fucking I had given her that morning.

"Hot jetted water does wonders for the body and mind, I find." I said.

"Are you sure?" She asked. It was odd to see her being hesitant considering all we'd been through the last couple of days alone. This school thing must have had her really shaken up.

"Of course. This thing can fit us both easily."

She stood, her eyes wandering for a moment as she thought it over. Then, I saw a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah," she said "maybe a bath is just what I need."

Her hands gripped the bottom of her tank top, and I watched as she pulled the garment up and over her head. First exposing the soft curves of her body, the adorable little pudge of her belly, then I watched as her breasts dropped free of the fabric and hung there with her nipples that pointed slightly outward from each other. She tossed the top onto the bed with my clothes, then proceeded to slide off her shorts, followed in short order by her panties.

There she stood in all her nude glory, every inch of her nubile young body on display. My cock was now at full mast under the water staring at her, taking in every bit of her. From every curve to her stretch marks to her pubic hair. It was a spectacular sight to say the least.

She stepped forward, and I watched how her body moved completely unhindered by clothes, the way her belly jiggled a little, to the sway of her tits and her hips. She walked right up to the tub and climbed in, slowly lowering herself into the water across from me.

"See, isn't that better already?" I asked with a grin.

"You know what? It is." She replied.

We sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the water together. Occasionally our legs would rub against each other, sending little bolts of excitement running through us both. She put one leg up and rested her foot next to me on the bench, and I reached a hand under the water to rub her leg. She couldn't see how hard I was, but there was no way she didn't know. The water came about halfway up her stomach, meaning her chest was on full display the entire time. Her nipples were hard, and I remembered how much I had enjoyed having those tits in my mouth. I remembered her moans and gasps and various other vocalizations as I gently bit down on her sensitive nipples, how nice it was to run my tongue around her areolas, how soft they had been in hand and mouth.

Eventually she stood up, exposing more of herself to me, and came and sat next to me. We were shoulder to shoulder, our skin rubbing together as she took a spot on the bench at my side.

"So, this morning." She said. "That was intense."

"It sure was." I said.

She shifted, turning her body a little and bringing her right arm around under the water. I felt her hand wrap around my stiff cock, and saw the smile on her face grow a little knowing how hard I was for her. She began to stroke me under the water, so I returned the favor in kind and moved my own right hand between her legs, which she opened for me at the slightest touch, and began to rub at her clit. We sat there, the water around us bubbling as the jets ran, touching each other and sharing soft moans at the sensations.

"And that thing you did with my butt?" She said. "If you had proposed that I'd have thought there was no way that could be enjoyable, but holy shit that was hot."

"I'm glad you thought so. Total shot in the dark."

"What made you want to try?" She asked.

"You have a really amazing ass, and it seemed like a good fit and worth a shot. I'm glad it worked out and you enjoyed it as much as I did."

She smiled as we continued to touch each other.

"You really think I have an amazing ass?"

"Absolutely." I moaned as she applied a little more pressure on my cock.

Time seemed to slow as we sat there, her hand stroking me while my finger danced on her clit. The hot water soothing and amplifying the arousal all at the same time. The churning of the water on our bodies as we let our hands do their thing made everything feel almost ethereal.

"I almost forgot how good it felt to have you inside me." Kelly said between breaths. "Glad my memory wasn't too off."

"Same," I said "my hand doesn't even come close to that pussy of yours."

We looked each other in the eyes, both of seeming to think the same thing, but I was just a little faster.

"I want your pussy." I said.

"Just tell me how, Luke, and you can have it."

I turned off the jets and opened the drain to lower the water level in the tub a bit, and once it was to a point where I was sure we weren't going to make a massive mess I told her exactly how I wanted her.

"I want you to climb on my lap, get those legs either side of me, facing me, and I want you to ride me until I tell you to stop."

No words were needed from her, and she happily did exactly as I said. She swung one leg over until her legs were either side of my hips, our waists still just below the water line, she lowered a hand down into the warm water and gently nudged my erect cock to the right position before lowering herself down onto it. I watched her face as she inhaled sharply at the feeling of my cock parting her soft lips and pressing against her walls. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation, and her open mouth formed into a smile as she slid all the way down around me.

To her credit, she wasted no time before she began to move up and down on my cock, rising as high as she could before sliding back down until our pelvises met once more. I watched as those beautiful full tits bounced, her face locked in an expression of erotic bliss as she rode me, the feeling of her tight pussy on my cock and the soft skin of he sides where my hands rested. I listened to our moans as they intermingled with the sloshing water with her every movement. As she switch from bouncing on my cock to grinding my hands first ventured south and I took hold of her ass as she bucked on my cock, watching her chest wobble in a way that made me throb inside her hairy snatch. My hands then moved up her body to grab said breasts, to feel their softness in my bare hands again, I squeezed and groped, I gently played with her nipples and made her moan even louder.

"God you ride so good." I finally managed to say.

"I love riding you. I love your cock in me. I want you inside me."

She kept bucking and grinding on me, and I wasn't going to complain. She managed to get some gyration, letting my cock basically roll along her vaginal walls in ways that apparently was hitting her just right. She was taking short, stuttering, breaths as she moved her hips, her eyes were closed and I wasn't sure she could get them open. I gave her nipples a pinch and she tensed up as she came. I expected a scream, but what came out was barely a sound as her body began to shake from the pleasure rolling over her.

"Bounce on me, Kelly," I said once she had some composure again "bounce on me like you did on that dildo. Bounce on my cock until you make me cum."

She did exactly that, sliding up and down on my throbbing erection with more gusto than before. Her tits bounced beautifully, her focus now on one simple thing: making me blow. She felt incredible, bouncing on my cock with a grace and skill I hadn't seen from her last time. She maybe hadn't gotten a lot of action at school, but this she had clearly been working on.

I was getting so close, and what sealed the deal was when she started to slightly buck her hips while bouncing. New, slightly different, pressures and sensations as she combined the two motions with ease was sending me reeling towards the finish line. As I drew ever closer I let my body be taken in by the pure joy it felt, every bit of me overrun with serotonin as my step-daughter rode me with the simple intent of making me cum.

"Oh fuck," I moaned "I'm almost there. Get off and squat in the middle."

She hopped off me, her pussy gripping at my cock in a desperate attempt to keep me inside her. Some primal part of her body not wanting to let go until she could mild me dry. She got in the center of the tub and squatted down so she was submerged from the waist down. I quickly stood up on the bench, a stupidly dangerous move all things considered, and with a ginger touch I aimed my cock right at her.

Ropes of white cum erupted from my cock and landed on her chest. Pump after pump more cum coated her soft teen tits. When it became apparent where my target was she brought her shoulders forward and pressed her bosom together to make an even more enticing target. After what seemed like an hour of ejaculating, her ample chest was suitably plastered in globs of cum, it looked like someone had emptied a bottle of Elmer's glue onto her tits.

As I lowered myself back down onto the bench, my cock almost sore from how hard I had cum, she pulled one more trick on me. I watched as she took one of her tits in hand, pushed it up and leaned her head down. Out came her tongue as she took a long lick of her own breast to scoop the semen that coated it into her mouth. I was sure if I could I would have given another little squirt of cum at that, but was drained and had nothing left to give.

She settled back onto the bench across from me and examined my handiwork.

"Your aim is impeccable," she said "and if I'm being honest: I love the feeling of cum on my chest."

I cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

"It just feels good, I can't explain it. But it's even better when it's yours."

I turned the jets back on and we enjoyed the hot water for a bit, I leaned forward and splashed a little water onto her bare breasts and then helped to scrub her clean of my mess. I also, of course, took advantage to get some gropes and play with her sensitive pink nipples again. She gasped as I gave them gentle pinches and tugs, and giggled as I took her tits fully in hand and squeezed them excitedly.

Eventually our bath had to come to an end, and as we stood up together we both took a moment to admire the other. Our eyes running up and down each other's naked bodies, we dried off and stepped into the bedroom. We got dressed, both of us taking one last look at the other before covering up again.

As she went to leave my bedroom she turned around and said "Don't forget, I won't be here for breakfast."

I chuckled and nodded. It was good she reminded me, because in the moment with my brain swimming in endorphins from having her ride me I had completely forgotten why she had even come into my room to begin with.

THURSDAY

Just as she had said, Kelly was gone fairly early in the morning. With that in mind I decided to sleep in a little and take it easy. I knew she didn't ask for it, but I always wanted to make sure Kelly was getting breakfast when she was home, and I was happy to cook to make that happen, but with her out of the house I kept things simple and just had myself a bowl of cereal and caught up on a nature documentary I had been watching.

Most of my morning had been fairly quiet and uneventful, but I did find myself thinking about the previous day quite a bit. A guilty voice in the back of my head chided me for playing along with Kelly's sexual whims all week, especially for taking the lead and initiating sex. Handjobs and oral were one thing, but actually fucking her was something else entirely. And yet, at the same time I felt some relief having done so. I loved my wife, and our sex life was quite good, especially with me on these muscle relaxers, but something about Kelly clicked on some primal part of my brain. Maybe it was just that she was younger, maybe it was that she wanted me so badly, maybe it was just the thrill of a taboo. Whatever the reason, I was fairly certain there was no turning back now.

Just thinking about her, about her body, the way she felt, the way she moaned, how she looked in the tub with a nice big load on her bare chest. There was no fighting back the erection I was sporting, and I didn't even try. I debated rubbing one out, but I had no idea how long she'd be gone exactly and, if I'm being honest, I wanted to save all the cum I could for her. She seemed to love it so much, it seemed a shame to waste it on my own hand. After a bit my cock yearned for any sort of stimulation, and so I gave in, but never got myself to orgasm. I edged myself for a little bit, confident that when Kelly got home she would want a little relief.

It was early afternoon before she was home, and when she walked in she confirmed my beliefs. She walked past the couch a couple of steps, then turned to look at me. She was wearing a black tanktop with a button up shirt over top, the top three or four buttons were undone showing off the bare skin of her sternum and giving a nice look at her cleavage. Along with that she wore a pair of light blue denim shorts. They were longer than her sleep shorts, coming a little over halfway down her thighs, with a hole in one leg. It was a cute outfit, and the shorts and tank were both delightfully snug on her curvy frame, while the over shirt hung loose enough to be breathable and allow a little look at her.

"How'd everything go?" I asked.

"Fine," she said unconvincingly "but I think I need something to take the edge off."

"There's tequila in the kitchen." I joked.

"I had something else in mind. My room, five minutes."

With that she spun on her heel and walked off down the hallway, giving me a good view of how her shorts gripped and accentuated her ass. I heard the door close, and sat and waited. I watched the clock, and when the five minutes was up, so was I.

I opened the door to her bedroom and walked in to find her sitting on her bed waiting for me. The over shirt was unbuttoned and hiding nothing. The look on her face said it all, the desire and lust in her eyes unable to be hidden. With her shirt fully opened, at from a higher vantage point, I could now see her cleavage in all it's glory, the way her plain white bra helped to accentuate her beautiful breasts.

"So," she said with a slight bite of her bottom lip "how do you propose to help me unwind?"

I took a step forward, getting easily within arms reach of her. The bulge in my shorts impossible to ignore, and I saw her eyes dart down to check it out.

"I'll help you unwind, but you gotta earn it." I said.

"Tell me how." Her words dripped with passion.

"First thing's first, how about you jerk me off again."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than her hands were tugging my shorts down to expose my steadily hardening dick. She spit into one palm and took me in her hand, eliciting a moan from me at her touch. I heard the excited noise that she made as she felt my cock growing harder in her grasp, stroking me until finally I was at maximum erection. She stroked with enthusiasm, her eyes going back and forth from the cock in her hand to my own eyes.

"Why don't we get those shirts off you." I said as she kept jerking me.

I reached down as she let go of my cock, helping to slide the over shirt off her shoulders and onto the bed behind her. She then reached down, grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it up and over her head. Once her tank top was gone I leaned forward just enough to get my hands behind her and start working at the clasps of her bra. As I did this she took me in her grip once more and let her hand glide along the length of my cock. I got her bra unhooked, she shifted one arm to let it slide off her shoulder and reveal one of her breasts, then she switched the hand stroking me so she could slide the bra off her other shoulder and let it drop into her lap. She keep working my cock, both her tits now free. I reached down and began to massage them, gently pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples to make her moan. As I did she gripped me a little tighter to make me moan along with her.

I looked down and watched her jerk me off as I fondled her soft breasts in my hands, and then I had an idea.

"You ever used these on a guy?" I asked, jiggling her tits in my grasp.

She looked a little perplexed, shaking her head.

"Rub my cock on your tits." I said, letting go of her and standing fully upright again. She kept stroking, clearly trying to think of the best way to follow my instruction. She adjusted herself so her chest was basically level with my cock, then took my throbbing erection and placed the head on one of her nipples and began to move it in a circle. She rubbed my cock, slick with precum, all over her breasts, looking up at me for approval. I smiled at her, letting her know what she needed to know.

Then she began to get a little bolder, experiment, try new things. She lightly tapped my cock against one of her tits, making it jiggle stupendously with every impact. She tried a little harder, seeing what her body could take, and we both watched as her soft teen tits wobbled and rippled in response to my cock slapping against them. She went back and froth between rubbing and slapping, all the while also trying to stroke me. She was a little clumsy, trying to perhaps do too many motions at once, but I wasn't going to stop her as it still felt incredible.

Even more incredible was when she leaned herself back a little, placed my dick in the space between her tits, and then squeezed them around me. I felt her soft skin surround my cock, making it throb against her breasts. We are at a weird angle, and the height made things a little awkward, but she began to move her body as much as she could to let me titfuck her to the best of our abilities. Her breasts were just about the right size, if perhaps a touch smaller than ideal for this sort of thing, but I damn it all if I wasn't going to applaud her attempt. It did feel good, even if it wasn't perfect, and just knowing she took the initiative like that made me throb again.

She let go of her tits, letting them drop down to their natural resting place and began to stroke me again. She looked up at me with hungry eyes, licking her lips.

"Let me blow you." She said, her voice almost pleading.

I didn't even need to say anything, I just smiled and took a step backwards. Once there was enough room for her she slid off the bed and dropped down onto her knees, and without wasting any time began to gleefully suck me off. Her lips wrapped around my cock all too happily, and I moaned loudly as she went to work with her mouth. Sucking and stroking, her tongue and teeth getting in on the action when they could, her other hand reaching up and gently playing with my balls to another loud moan. When my cock pulled free of her mouth, I felt the distinct sensation of my slapping against her tits once more. After she had a moment to let her jaw relax my cock went right back into her throat, and I was loving every second of it.

I was half tempted to just let her keep sucking me off, let her go until I couldn't hold it anymore and shoot another load in her mouth. But we both knew that wasn't how this was going to end, we both wanted more. We wanted to fuck.

I told her to stand up, my cock popping from her mouth as she got to her feet. I quickly worked at her shorts, getting the button undone, and effortlessly moving to the zipper. Her shorts were tight, and it was a wonder she had gotten them on at all. It took a little doing, but soon we had wriggled her out of them, and pulled them down to the floor where she stepped free of the denim. Her red and blue panties were a different story, sliding off her with little trouble until she stood naked before me again. I took off my own shirt, letting us be bare together.

I put my hands on her shoulders, and with a smile I pushed her onto the bed. She let out a happy little squeal as she landed on the mattress, and I was quickly upon her. I rolled her onto her right side, getting to admire her in profile. Her full breasts, her little chub in her belly, the shape and curve of her ass. I lifted her left leg up a tiny bit, just enough that I could guide my cock between her legs and feel as I pushed into her tight cunt once more. She moaned as I pushed against her walls, until soon I was almost entirely inside her. I let her leg back down, the little extra pressure making us both gasp at the slightly new sensation. I put both my hands on her thigh, and without warning began to fuck her good and hard.

I watched as her tits bounced, the way her skin moved form this new angle as I worked her beautiful, hairy, pussy. I listened to our moans as they filled her bedroom, the sound and feeling of my balls slapping against her other thigh as I thrust in and out of her. I moved my right hand around to grab a handful of her ass as I continued to fuck her, squeezing the soft flesh as my body as flooded with endorphins. I felt her body contract, her pussy tighten and her breathing pick up speed as she reached climax, the distinct feeling of a little spurt of her fluids against my pelvis as I kept fucking her. I slapped her ass, she screamed in delight and asked for more. I was happy to oblige, slapping and grabbing her buttocks as I continued to pound away at her sweet pussy.

Eventually I pulled out, and then, grabbing her by the legs, I rolled her onto her back. I kept my hands on her legs, holding them open so I could savor the view of her glistening twat. I could practically hear it begging for my cock, so I gave her what she wanted. I moved my hips around until we lined up just right and I, once more, slid between her soft pick folds. She gasped as I pushed all the way in, her pussy welcoming every inch of my manhood. Again I fucked her hard, fast, and she asked for me. To her credit, she was able to take it harder than she had been the first time we fucked. Either the boy she had slept with at school had done her proper, or she got real aggressive with that dildo of hers. Whatever the answer, she took it harder and stronger than before, damn near as good as her mom could, and she screamed with pleasure as she white knuckled her bedsheets. I watched her belly and tits jiggle and bounce as I fucked her, felt her pussy stretch and contract as I slid in and out of her warmth.

Before I knew it she was begging me to cum. "Come for me, Luke!" and "Let me make you cum!" mixing with our moans. I fucked her harder, pushing myself until I could feel it coming on. Again she asked for me, told me how badly she wanted to feel my cum again. That was it.

I pulled my cock free, pushed forward until it sat on her pubic mound and moaned as I felt my cock throb and spray her belly with cum. Strings of the white fluid shot forth and splattered pleasingly against her tummy, and with every bit of spunk that landed on her skin she gasped a little. Eventually all that was left was a tiny dribble coming from the head of my cock, and I stepped back to take a look at her. She lay on her bed, sweating, panting, smiling. All over her stomach my cum shone in the light of the room, making her belly glisten in a similar way to her pussy. I watched as she reached a hand down, scooping up some of my seed onto her fingers before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean.

"Did that make up for your shitty morning?" I asked, panting and putting all my strength into keeping my legs under me.

"Oh yeah," she said "and now I think I need to go take a shower."

"Shall we use the one in the master?" I asked.

She sat up with a smile, nodded, and we walked to my bathroom together and showered. I helped her wash clean of the cum I had blasted onto her stomach, made sure her tits got a proper cleaning as well and enjoyed the view as she washed herself off. She stepped out of the shower before me, grabbed one of the towels and dried herself off where I could see her before smiling at me again and walking off back to her room fully nude. I enjoyed the hot water of the shower, leaning against one of the walls to keep myself upright as I got myself clean. I dried off, and without bothering to get dressed again collapsed onto my bed and enjoyed a nap.

Later that evening I ordered us some pizza, but it was a busy night and it was going to take a bit. I didn't mind, and Kelly had made no mention of being particularly hungry at the time, so I was happy to wait however long it was going to take. It wasn't like I was going anywhere anytime soon.

I found myself sitting on the couch, when down the hall came Kelly. My eyes were instantly drawn to her, as I noticed that she was wearing only her button up shirt and her panties. No tank, no shorts, and I would quick find out no bra. She walked into the living room were I sat, my cock starting to push against the fabric of my shorts, and stood in front of me.

"Can you help me with something?" She asked, as casually as one would expect if she had needed help with homework or something else mundane.

"Of course," I replied "what's up?"

"I want to try something, if you're up for it."

I looked at her, my expression telling her to continue.

"I want to try sixty-nining."

"You've never sixty-nined?" I asked.

She shook her head. "The two guys I've been with and gotten past first base with both weren't super keen on going down, so I never really got a chance."

"They didn't want to eat you out? But you're delicious."

She smiled, a slight hint of blush in her cheeks. "Have you done it?"

"Yeah, with a couple different people."

"So you'd be willing to try with me?" She asked, hope filling her voice.

"Of course." I said. "Go ahead and get those panties off and we can have some fun."

As she slid her panties down, revealing her beautiful bush of blonde pubic hair, I slid my shorts off. Even just talking to her about sexual acts was getting me harder by the second, and seeing her panties fall to the floor did wonders for getting me erect.

I then proceeded to lie down on the couch, and gestured for her to climb on up. I was honestly a little shocked that guys at her school didn't seem down for going down on her. She really was delicious, and I was a big fan of giving oral. I held it as a point of pride that I'd been able to make every woman I'd ever eaten out orgasm with just my mouth. Sounded like these college boys were morons missing out on a good time.

I watched with a smile as Kelly came over to the couch, and then climbed atop me. We had to readjust a little to make sure we were both comfortable, but soon enough I had her pussy hovering above my face. I could smell her arousal, feel the heat emanating off her, could feel my heart rate increase, the throb in my dick, I licked my lips wanting to taste her so badly.

As she lowered her hips down to my face, my tongue lashed out to begin licking at her wet flaps, and I moaned as I felt her mouth wrap around my cock. I brought my hands up and grabbed her ass to hold her down on my face, letting my tongue work it's magic. I lapped at her lips, taking in the sweet taste of her juices, moaning as her mouth moved up and down my rigid shaft. As my tongue ran along her clit I could feel her moan around me, and I moaned into her snatch as her lips and tongue had a field day with my cock.

We lay there, locked in our embrace as we both diligently worked the other with our mouths. We licked, sucked and teased each other as we both moaned through the pleasure. Her tongue would swirl around the head of my cock, mine would slip between her folds and soak in her flavor, her lips would glide along my shaft as my tongue would run circles around her clit. We were both eager to please the other, both utterly lost in the pleasure we gave and received in that moment. Lost in the bliss we felt, wanting nothing more than to make the other feel good. I gripped her ass tighter as my tongue licked furiously at her clit. I felt her body clenching and twitching with each lick, every time a jolt of erotic energy shooting through her young body. She moaned loudly as she tried to lick my cock, before once again taking as much of my in her mouth as she could.

When she came I felt a little splash on my face, and I could feel as her head whipped back and my cock was free of her lips as she moaned. Her body twitched with the orgasm, and I squeezed her ass again.

She said nothing, but began to move, sliding her body down mine and leaving a streak of wetness in my chest hair until our pelvises were aligned, and with a smooth motion she raised her hips and then brought them back down, letting her tight young snatch engulf my cock once more. I moaned loudly as I felt her surround me again, watching my cock disappear into folds and behind her bubble butt. She pushed all the way down until she had me balls deep inside her. She then began to rock back and forth, bucking and grinding on my cock. I watched her ass as she did, at least when I could keep my eyes open. Her pussy felt so good, just as it had every time I'd been in her, and I let her just take the lead and do what she needed to do.

Soon she was lifting herself up with her legs, bouncing on my cock as best she could. I watched her ass jiggle as she slid up and down on me, listened to her moans and mine, inhaled the smell of our sex as she rode me. I watched as one of her hands moved up her body, and I knew she was playing with one of her breasts as she kept bouncing on me. That only turned me on more, making my cock throb between her wet lips.

I managed to force my eyes open just in time to watch her come down on me, give a few grinds and then lean forward. Her hands grabbed my ankles and she again began to raise and lower her body on me. I got a good full view of her ass now, as I could see my cock slipping in and out of her hungry pussy. It was a hell of a show, watching my cock disappear over and over into her pink snatch, seeing her ass jiggle every so slightly as she moved up and down on me, not to mention how good it felt. Feeling her body adapt to my cock inside her, little squeezes as I hit some spot in her just right, her walls gripping me as her body wanted every nerve firing off in joy.

She sat back upright, grinding on me again. I reached down and put my hands on her hips, moving along with her. She felt so incredible. The unmistakable feeling of one of her hands reaching down and fondling my balls as she bucked on my sent shivers through my body.

"Oh fuck, Kelly. You feel so good."

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me again?"

"Yeah, baby."

She picked up the speed and kept playing with my balls. I could feel my body tensing up in preparation for orgasm.

"Oh god, Kelly, oh shit. You're gonna make me cum, baby, you're gonna make me cum!"

Her timing was impeccable, and she must have been able to feel something in me that gave it away. She pushed up, pulling herself off my cock, moved her hips forward and lowered herself down so her ass sat just on the other side of my ready to blow dick. She reached a hand back, looking over her shoulder at me with a smile. The simple touch of her hand pushed me over the edge, and I moaned as I unloaded another thick load of cum, shooting ropes up her ass cheeks and onto her lower back. The look on her face, the one that said she took pride in making me cum, only made me cum even harder. She moved her hand gently along my shaft, making sure I got every last spurt of jizz out. When my body was finally done I could hardly move.

She sat for a moment, then stood up and turned to look at me.

"So," I said, panting "how did you like the old sixty-nine?"

"I liked that very much. We'll have to do that again for sure."

I then watched her cum covered ass as she strolled off down the hall to her bathroom. I laid there, catching my breath and knowing I needed to go clean myself off. While much of my load had ended up on my dear step-daughter, gravity had brought a fair bit of it back down onto my well used cock. When I was able to get up again I went and got cleaned up, and not a moment too soon as our pizza came mere moments after the fact. I didn't know if the delivery guy could smell the sex lingering in the air, but if he could he gave no indication of the fact.

Kelly came back out, put her panties back on, and we proceeded to have dinner and watch a movie before trotting off to bed for the night. I gave her ass a good slap and wished her a good night before carrying on to my own room.

FRIDAY

When I woke up I was already rock hard. I must have had a hell of a dream I couldn't recall, and I wondered how I should take care of things. I could have just rubbed one out, but my mind went to giving Kelly a little wake-up surprise.

The surprise came to me, instead, when I opened my bedroom door and heard Kelly in the kitchen at the end of the hall. I walked past her room, peering in and seeing the panties she had worn the previous day on the floor. My cock throbbed a little remembering the good time we had last night, and I continued down the hall.

When I reached the kitchen I found Kelly standing at the sink. She was wearing a plain black t-shirt and her favorite pair of sleep shorts. I walked up behind her as she scrubbed at a pan she had clearly been cooking in. I wrapped my arms around her body, then ran them up her belly until I had a tit in each hand. It was instantly obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, the thin fabric of her shirt offering little barrier between my grip and her soft breasts, and it wasn't long before I felt her nipples harden and poke against my palms. She let out a soft moan as I groped her, squeezing her ample tits and letting my fingers graze her nipples.

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked as I played with her chest.

"Yeah," she moaned "I had a real good time."

I continued to fondle her, loving how she reacted to my touch. My left hand began to wander south, and soon was at the crotch of her shorts. I applied a little pressure, she moaned again and a pressed a little harder as I moved my hand back and forth.

"Don't be a tease," she said "if you want to touch my pussy you have unlimited access."

I didn't have to be told twice, and soon my hand was slipping down under the waistline of her shorts and underwear, being greeted by the familiar warmth of her pussy. She was already soaking wet, the back of my hand getting sticky from the wet spot on her panties. I let my finger begin to graze her clit, and she gasped at my touch. I rubbed at her clit and listened as her breathing became more erratic, my other hand slipped down her body to get up under her shirt and get full skin on skin with her tits. I pinched and tugged at her nipples as I played with her clit. She moaned and pushed her hips back, pressing her ass against me and an excited little gasp escaped her as she felt my cock dig into her ass. She began to grind her hips a little, making me throb in my shorts. I pinched her nipple again to make her moan loudly, and then let my finger move from her clit and push between her folds and deep into her pussy.

I got a second finger inside her, and she moaned louder from all the sensations. One hand fingering her, the other squeezing her tits and playing with her sensitive nipple, the feeling of my hard dick pressed against her soft ass even through our clothing. She continued to grind her ass against me as my hands worked her body, pleasuring her and giving her what she wanted. My fingers curled inside her, rubbing against her walls in just the right way and she screamed as her pussy clenched around my digits. Her body shook as the orgasm hit her again and again.

I pulled my hand from her pants, reaching up over her shoulder so she could get a quick little smell of herself as my hand came to my mouth. I made sure to get close to her ear so she could hear me as I sucked her juices off me. I stepped back, and as I took off my shorts I told her to do the same. She wasted no time, her shorts and panties on the floor in a flash. I took her hand and took her back over to the dining table. I helped her hop up on the table, then laid her back until she was completely flat on the surface.

The height difference was a bit awkward, but I didn't care. I saddled up between her legs and guided my cock back between her sweet pink folds. I held nothing back, fucking her at full intensity. The whole table wobbled as I railed her pussy, our moans echoing off the walls. I watched her tits bounce under her shirt, basked in how good her cunt felt as I fucked her hard, loved the sounds our bodies made together. She felt so good, and I was so horny, that everything else seemed to fade into the background. In that moment there was just us, our bodies connected, the warmth and wetness of her teen pussy surrounding my cock as I slid in and out of her.

It's no surprise it didn't take long before I was ready to blow. I moved my hands up, pushing her shirt up to just below her breasts as I moved my hands to her chest and gave those tits a squeeze. When I knew it was time I pulled out of her, then placed my cock on her pubic mound and felt the sweet release as I shot cum all over her chubby little belly. Thick strands of white cum painted her skin, streaks of sticky jizz rolling down her sides. When my body had finally given all it had I took a few steps back and leaned against the counter for support.

When Kelly finally dismounted from the table, she held her shirt up. Whens he decided there was only one way to avoid getting her shirt dirty she just took the whole thing off, standing before be completely naked with a cum covered stomach. If my cock had anything left to give I would have taken her right then and there, but I was spent. She walked over, scooped her shorts and panties off the floor and walked to her bedroom. When she came out she was still nude, but had a washcloth in her hand. She dabbled at the mess I had left on her as she walked back into the kitchen. She opened a drawer, pulled out a spoon and scooped up some of my cum onto it. She then brought it to her mouth and happily licked the utensil clean.

"If I had known we were going to have a good morning fuck, I wouldn't have bothered getting dressed at all." She said as she tossed the spoon into the sink. I hadn't even noticed the two plates of food sitting next to the stove in all our fervor, not until she dropped the washcloth in the sink as well and picked them up.

She sat at the table, comfortable in her nudity, and placed the plates down.

"Come eat," she said "you need the calories after that."

I sat across from her, and we ate our breakfast together. Every now and then I'd glance up from my meal and admire what I could see of her, the bit of her torso, her lovely young tits, that round face. How had I managed to not only have a hot step-daughter, but one that craved my cock so badly? Truly, I was blessed.

As the day went on I found myself in my office. I had a new contract I needed to get working on, and I had been slacking somewhat during the week. I had figured I'd have plenty of time to get to it, but ended up distracted by Kelly and the things she would let me do to her.

I wasn't on a particularly tight deadline with this project, but I never liked to feel like I was behind in my work. I wanted to get first drafts to clients as quickly as possible to make sure that we could get things just right for them, and having spent the last five days not working at all I was feeling just a touch guilty.

As I looked over notes and did my first handful of sketches, my phone vibrated on my desk. I picked it up to see a text from Kelly. When I opened it it was a picture of her, sitting on her bed, with her dildo in her mouth. Under the picture were the words "this could be you." Even as the image and idea made my cock throb I texted her back saying I had to get this work done. I put my phone down and got back to work.

A few moments later the door to my office slowly opened, and I turned from my desk to see Kelly standing there. She was wearing her favorite pair of leggings that accentuated and loved every curve of her lower body, and a plain white tank top that was quite a bit more shear than I'd have imagined. Her pink bra shone through the tank, one strap peeking out from under the strap of her top.

"Kelly," I said "I really do need to get this done."

"I know," she replied as she walked over to me "but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun at the same time."

At that she lowered herself down to her knees and began to scoot to get under my desk. Thankfully I have a standing desk, so I could adjust it to keep her from hitting her head, raising it up just enough for her to settle in under it, but not so high as to prevent me from being able to work. I looked down to see a smile on her face, one that spoke volumes, as her hand moved up my bare leg and slid up and into my shorts. It didn't take her long to find my cock, getting more erect by the second and reaching it's full stature in her grasp.

I kept working on my art, deciding to just let Kelly do her thing. Her hand stroked me under my shorts for a bit, but it was clear that they were just getting in her way. I lifted my butt off the chair and she pulled my shorts down until they were around my ankles, her hand quickly getting back to work stroking me. I looked down briefly to watch as her hand moved along my cock, she was licking her lips in anticipation as she jerked me off.

As I got back to my work, trying not to let the pleasure of my step-daughter jerking me off leak into my art, I felt the distinct sensation of her mouth pushing down and and around my cock, and I let out a long moan as she began to bob her head in my lap. I kept drawing, but it was getting more and more difficult to focus as her lips and tongue played with my erect cock, more difficult with each up and down motion of her mouth, with each little muffled moan as I throbbed in her mouth. I had to triple check that I wasn't adding anything vulgar to my work for a moment as she took me from her mouth and ran her tongue all over my cock, even letting it poke down and tickle at my balls, all before her soft lips took me in again and my cock slid down her young throat.

Eventually I had to put my pen down, put my hands on the desk and just enjoy the sensation. She still wasn't as good as her mother, but my god had she improved her blowjob game from the first time. I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down, feeling her lips and tongue working my cock as she pleasured me. When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, our eyes meeting as she slowly pushed her head back down into my lap my cock throbbed deep in her throat. She moaned, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her open mouth. She held her head down as far as she could go, opening her mouth a little more to let her tongue slide down a touch further, and then she pulled her head up, letting her tongue stay out to run along my cock as she freed it from her mouth.

"I thought you had to work." She said with a smirk as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke me once more.

"Breaks are good." I replied. "Keeps the wrist from cramping up."

"I can think of a good break activity." She said.

She pushed me and my chair back a little, then crawled forward until she was clear of my desk entirely. She stood up, took off her tank top and then unhooked her bra, tossing them both aside. I watched and throbbed as her beautiful C cup tits flopped out of her bra, and soon she was pulling down her leggings. I held her steady as she got the tight fitting garment off, exposing a pair of crimson red panties with some sort of pattern in black on them that I couldn't make out. Once her leggings were off she made quick work of getting her panties off and into the pile with the rest of her clothes. She stepped forward, in all her beautiful nakedness, and straddled me. I moved the chair closer to the desk so she could have something solid behind her, and we both moaned as she lowered herself down around my cock. Her warmth enveloping me once more, her arms around my neck as she took me inside her.

Once she had me just how she wanted me, she began to buck and bounce as much as the chair would allow. Her pussy slid up and down on my engorged shaft, her walls stretching around me as she took my cock deep inside her. As she bounced on me I leaned in and took one of her soft full breasts into my mouth, sucking on it and gently biting at her nipple as she moaned in my ear. I moved my mouth to her other breast as she began to grind on me, moving her hips in the most pleasant of ways. My hands moved down and grabbed her ass as my teeth bit down on her sensitive nipple.

She continued to grind on me, moaning loudly as my hands, cock and mouth had their way with her body. It was quickly becoming too much for me as her cunt clenched around me again, and I finally freed her tits from my mouth with an audible popping sound.

"Fuck, Kelly, I'm so close." I said in staggered breaths. This only urged her to start bouncing again, her tits bouncing in unison as she pushed herself up as far as she could before slamming back down on me.

"Are you going to cum?" She asked, her voice sultry as she bounced on me.

I could only grunt and nod. She bounced a couple more times, then lifted herself off of me and dropped to her knees. She took my cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head and tasting herself on me before I blew. I moaned as my cock throbbed and sent a load down Kelly's throat, and she moaned in response. I felt her suck as she swallowed, wanting every last bit of my cum that she could get. I throbbed again and again, until finally my body had nothing more to give. She pulled my cock from her mouth, and with a firm grip gave me one more good stroke. The last little dribble of cum oozed from the tip of my dick, and she happily licked it up which sent a shock wave through my body.

Once she was satisfied, Kelly stood up before me again. I couldn't help but take in the view of her body, and if she hadn't just drained me of cum I probably would have been hard again. She gathered up her clothes and go dressed in front of me, slowly so that I could take it all in. When she was fully dressed again she got behind my office chair and pushed me back to my desk, leaning down and speaking softly in my ear.

"Better get back to work." I could hear the smile on her face, and as she walked out I turned my head to see her ass in those leggings.

I took a deep breath and sat for a minute until my hand stopped shaking, then I took up my pen and began to draw once more. I didn't even bother to put my shorts back on, just in case Kelly decided she needed a round two. I was a little disappointed when she didn't come back for more, but I think my body was relieved to have a bit of a break.

SATURDAY

The end of the week came faster than I expected. As I exited my bedroom I wondered if I would ever recover from the week, and what circle of hell I was gonna end up in.

I made it just a few steps down the hall, right by Kelly's door when I heard her voice call out to me. I stopped in the tracks and leaned close to her door.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, could you come in here?"

For a moment I panicked, had she hurt herself, or was she sick and couldn't get out of bed? She sounded fine, but then again I had been cracking jokes with barely a note of pain in my voice not long after my accident despite being in massive amounts of pain.

I grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, taking a step into her bedroom to see her laying on her bed. The blanket was on the floor, and she was completely naked with her legs slightly spread.

"How about a good morning treat?" She asked.

"I was planning to take you out to breakfast." I said.

"Great," she said "but how about a little fun before that?"

I couldn't deny that I liked what I saw, that my cock was pressing against the fabric of my shorts live a divining rod trying to draw me to her. I stepped further into the bedroom, taking in the view.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her.

"I was thinking we could sixty-nine again, that was fun."

I put on the act of thinking about it for a moment, and then shrugged my shoulders and took off my shorts. My cock sprang forth in freedom, and her eyes lit up like the dawn. She quickly sat up as I walked over, making sure I had room to get myself situated on her bed. I sat down, watching as she stared at my erection and using all her willpower to not drool, and then laid down. She moved around to give me room, and once I was settles she climbed up on top of me. She wasted no time getting her mouth around my throbbing cock, and likewise she wasted no time pressing her already soaking wet pussy down against my mouth.

I brought my hands up and grabbed her soft ass as I ate her out, taking in her sweet taste once more and letting my tongue explore every inch of her pussy. I lapped at her lips, pushed my tongue between her folds, ran it around and licked furiously at her clit. I could feel her moan around my cock, her body twitching slightly as she gave in to the passion of it all. I moaned against her snatch as I felt her mouth slide up and down my entire length, her tongue putting on a good show as she let her mouth work me. One of her hands moved to my balls and began to play with them, causing me to press my tongue against her clit even harder.

We played off each other, our bodies constantly reacting to the other. From lips and tongues to our hands, we did everything we could to please the other, our bodies loving the responses we got. I squeezed her ass, she fondled my balls, I licked her clit hard, she let her tongue waggle against my shaft, I sucked her clit, she pushed herself down as far as she could take me. Everything made our bodies tremble with delight, every move, touch and lick making us twitch a little.

Kelly was beginning to tremble more than usual, and I knew what was coming. She was getting so close, and without a word I knew I had found the rhythm and spot that her body needed to achieve orgasm. I let my tongue keep going on her clit just right, gripping and slapping her ass as I did so. To her credit, when she came she didn't stop sucking, instead just screaming around my cock as her body tensed up and bucked against my mouth. Feeling the gentle splash on my face as she came and the way she kept sucking me off pushed me over the edge as well. I felt my cock pulse in her mouth and my balls tingle as I shot a load into her throat. Once again she didn't pull her head up, she took every drop of my cum that she could and swallowed it.

When she climbed off me we were both panting, and after a moment she climbed off the bed. I reached over and slapped her ass again, eliciting a giggle from her.

"I better go take a shower," she said as she walked towards the open door "you promised me breakfast."

As promised I took her out to breakfast, to her favorite local diner. It was surprisingly empty for a Saturday morning, and we got sat in a spot where the nearest occupied table was about two booths down from us. We ordered and enjoyed our food, as we always did at this place, discussing mundane things like her plans once she got back to campus.

"I'll worry about that later," she said when I asked "right now I wanna focus on today."

"How do you mean?"

"It's our last day together before mom comes home, and probably the last chance we'll ever have to do this. We gotta make today count. If I don't get you to cum at least two more times today it'll be a total waste."

My head spun around to see if anyone was nearby that could hear us. Nobody there knew that she was my step-daughter, but the age gap was pretty glaring and I didn't need people overhearing her talking about making me cum. I was actually nothing short of blown away at her bluntness. She was often pretty shy, especially in public places, and up until now would never have openly talked about anything sexual like that where people were around.

"Is that your goal?" I asked. "Just to make me cum?"

"No, I wanna cum too." She said with a smirk as she took a bite of her omelet. She swallowed and looked at me "But I just know we have to get as much out of you as possible today. Really put those pills to the test. How many times did you say you and mom got in one day?"

I had to think for a moment, chewing a bit of bacon. "I think our record was four."

"So I have to at least match that." She said.

Was she now trying to compare herself to her mom? Or did she just see this as some sort of special little end of the week goal? Up until this point it had been basically twice a day, mostly because she was wearing me out, so now she wanted to double that.

"We've got one under our belt already," she continued "so we really gotta maximize the day today."

"And after that?"

"After that, we're done. Obviously we can't tell mom, or anyone else, and I doubt we'll ever get alone time with each other like this again. My school work is just gonna get crazier and crazier, and I'll need to find a new job in the next few weeks. I just wanna make sure we end this amazing week with a bang."

"Was that a pun?" I asked.

"Does that turn you on?" She replied.

We shared a laugh and finished our breakfast. As we drove home I noticed she kept looking over at me.

"Ever been jerked off in a car?" She asked.

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I just nodded my head.

"It hasn't been that long since our last go, and it's not a long drive home." I said, almost as if to dissuade her from trying.

"Fair," she said "but can I still try?"

I shrugged my shoulders. No harm in trying, right? And it wasn't like the talk at the diner and now in the car wasn't getting me nice and stiff. At a red light I unzipped my fly, and told her to have at it. She reached her hand into the small opening, then into the hole in the front of my boxers and fished around until she found her prize. I gasped at the touch of her hand on my cock again, she smiled and with some finagling pulled it out of the holes and free into the world. As we began to drive again she stroked me, it was actually a little hard to concentrate on the road with her rubbing my cock as we went. I made a conscious effort to avoid pulling alongside any vehicle tall enough to look down into my sedan and see what was happening, and perhaps drove a little slower than I normally would have. I let her stroke me, her hand gliding along my hard cock as I slowed down to hit traffic lights I could have easily made, feeling her gentle touch as I made decisions to drag out the drive just a little bit. She wasn't dumb, it was obvious what I was doing, but she said nothing and just keep jerking me off.

To my surprise, a few blocks from the house I could feel pressure building up. It hadn't been that long, maybe just over an hour, since the last time I came, but already it felt like I was gearing up to blow again. I shifted in my seat a little, and there was no doubt Kelly knew what was going on. She smiled and stroked me faster. I was surprised I was going to cum again so soon, and with just a handjob. It seemed like my body agreed with Kelly that this day needed to be special. There was a twitch in my cock, a dead giveaway of what was about to happen. We were within a minute or two of getting back to the house, but there was no holding back.

That was when, to my surprise, Kelly unhooked her seatbelt and flopped down to wrap her mouth around my cock just as I came. I moaned loudly from both the feeling of the orgasm and the sensation of her soft lips on me once more. It took all I had to guide the car back into the driveway, and as I came to a complete stop the last spurt of my load made it's way down Kelly's throat. She held her head there, waiting to make sure I was done, and then sat back up. She licked her lips and smiled. Then, without a word, she opened the door and got out of the car.

I sat there, putting the car into park and killing the engine, as I caught my breath and let me erection subside. I tucked my cock back into my pants, zipped up my fly and went into the house once more.

Hours passed, and lunch time was rolling around. I made my way to the kitchen, hearing Kelly in her room listening to some music while likely doing something on her computer. I opted to not bother her and went about my time. I made myself a sandwich, nice and simple, enjoying the crispy bread and melted cheese after pulling it in my panini press.

I stood in the kitchen, munching away at my food when I heard the door to Kelly's room open. I turned to look down the hall and she entered my view. She was wearing the same light pink t-shirt she had worn when we went to breakfast, sporting some band or TV show I was unfamiliar with on the front. She also wore the thigh high black socks she had been wearing. What she was missing, however, was the pair of denim shorts she had been wearing. Instead she smiled and let her shirt ride up to reveal a pair of black panties with a pink X on the front. She smiled at me, and I felt my pants get tighter. If she was determined to milk me for everything she could get today, she was gonna get her wish. I found myself hornier than usual, perhaps just because of what she had said earlier, or maybe because I really did want to take advantage of this being our possibly last time ever getting to have some fun with each other.

I put my sandwich down on the counter and walked over to her. She seemed surprised that I approached her, but in my passion I gently pushed her back until she against the wall. I put my left hand on the wall next to her, pinning in between me and the wall quite effectively.

"You trying to seduce me?" I asked.

"Is it working?"

I answered her by rubbing my right hand against the crotch of he underwear. She gasped and cooed as I applied a little pressure to her snatch through the cotton panties. I kept rubbing, watching as her chest heaved as she breathed through the sensation.

"You want more?" I asked.

She nodded.

I pulled my hand away and began to work on my pants, telling her to lose her panties. In the blink of a eye she had them down around her ankles, stepping out of them to give herself some more room to open her legs. My pants were on the floor quickly too, my cock sticking out through my boxers ready to greet her. Just touching her, even through her underwear, got me fully erect in an instant, and when she saw she instinctively reached out her hand and took me in the grip once more. As she began to stroke me my own hand moved back between her legs and rubbed at her clit. We both moaned, our faces only an inch or so away from each other. We could feel the other's warm breath on our faces as we played with each other.

As she picked up the pace of stroking my cock, I matched her enthusiasm by rubbing at her clit and letting a finger slip shallow between her soft folds and feel her juices run down my digit to my hand. I got a second finger involved, pushing them both deep into her pussy as she moaned, her grip tightening a little on my solid cock. We rubbed, stroked and fingered to our hearts' content. I savored the feeling of her wetness on my hand, the way her breathing shuttered as I rubbed at her tender clit, the way her eyes would roll back in her head when I hit just the right spots. Likewise I savored the feeling of her hand on my cock again, sliding along the shaft, at one point taking my own hand and rubbing some of her slickness along myself so she could better jerk me. Both our hands getting sticky with her fluids as we pleasured each other.

When she came she was glad my arm was there against the wall, as she reached up to hold herself steady as her legs nearly gave out from under her. She moaned loudly, trying to hold back a little so as to not scream right in my face, but I gave her clit one last little stroke and watched as her whole body convulsed in pleasure. She had to stop stroking me for a moment, but once she composed herself she got back to the task. She was now more determined than ever, and I was getting damn close. She locked eyes with me, her hand sliding along my cock and I could see her in eyes how badly she wanted my cum.

I couldn't hold back any longer myself, and as I came she gave me a little squeeze. Her hand moved up to the head as she tried her best to catch as much of my seed as she could, but there was more than her fairly small hand could handle and some invariably splattered onto the floor. She had done a good job of keeping me from spraying the wall, at least. When it was clear I was done, she smiled, raised her hand up and licked it clean as best she could. She made a point to open her mouth and stick out her tongue to show me that she swallowed every bit she could get in her mouth.

She pulled her panties back on, smiled and said "That's three" before walking back to her room. I, meanwhile, never bothered to put my pants back on. I walked to the kitchen, got some paper towels and cleaned up the puddle of cum I had left on the floor.

Thank god for laminate floors.

Later in the day I found myself sitting downstairs watching some TV, wondering what else the day had in store for me. I didn't have to wonder for long, though, as my vote vibrated next to me. I picked it up, unlocked it and saw a text from Kelly. Again there was a picture of her, this time she wasn't wearing any pants, sitting on her bed with her dildo resting against her pussy. Under the picture was a message that simply read "I want yours in my mouth."

I wasted no time as I felt my pants get tighter, walking upstairs to her bedroom. I didn't even bother knocking, I just pushed the door open to find her there, waiting for me. She sat on her bed, only wearing the pink shirt she had been wearing all day, her legs spread wide showing off her beautiful hairy snatch. In one hand she held her dildo, and with the other hand she gestured for me to come closer. The smile on her face was devilish, and so erotic.

As I took the few steps towards her bed I was already undoing my belt and getting my pants off. When I reached her bedside it was little work to get my boxers off of me, and in an instant her hand was stroking my throbbing, wanting, cock. She moved her hand down and fondled my balls a little, her other hand slipping down between her legs and positioning the dildo it held. She leaned forward, letting my cock slip into her mouth. At the same time she took me in her mouth she pushed the dildo between her folds, moaning at the simultaneous penetration.

She continued to moan as she moved her head back and forth along my cock, both from the joy of pleasing me and from the dildo she was thrusting between her legs at the same time. As she got more aroused she picked up the pace with the dildo, I could hear how wet she was between her moans and my own. Her mouth felt so good gliding along my engorged shaft, and her free hand juggled my balls in a very pleasing way. Every now and then she would pull her head back, letting her tongue run along the tip of my cock before leaning back a little so I could get a glimpse down at her pussy while she fucked herself vigorously with her dildo. I longed for that to be my cock, but I wasn't going to tell her to stop sucking me off.

She leaned forward again, and once more I felt those soft lips envelop my cock. I let out a moan that seemed to please, and encourage, her as she sucked me with the same vigor she was using with her dildo, bobbing her head along my cock quick and amazingly. I felt her tongue waggle against the underside of my shaft as she pushed down to take as much of me into her throat as she could, I could feel her moan as she worked her pussy, the squelching sound like music to my ears. She moved her head back, slowly, letting her tongue do a lot of work until she had little more than the head of my cock between her lips. I could hear her still going to town on her own pussy, and when I looked down I saw those big eyes meeting mine. That nearly made me cum, but I was glad I didn't or I would have missed the best parts.

The first was when she then pushed herself back down as far as she could take me, and at the same time she plunged the dildo as deep as it could go between her legs. She moaned again as she came, sitting with cocks buried deep in her and savoring the sensation as her body was washed over with orgasmic joy. She waggled her tongue a little against my cock, and from the shudder of her body I suspected she had moved the dildo around inside her as well.

She leaned back once more, my cock popping out of her mouth as she gave me another good look down between her legs. There was a noticeable wet spot on the sheet, and she was slowly resuming her work with her toy. I watched, my cock twitching, as she plunged the artificial dick into her folds over and over, I could see her juices soaking the silicone phallus as she pulled it back only to slide it deep inside her once more. As she used the dildo to fuck herself, I watched as her free hand pushed up her body, lifting her shirt until a hint of her bra was exposed. It was a fairly plain and utilitarian garment, a nice hue of medium blue, and I watched her hand cup her breast through the fabric as she groped herself. All the while she began to pick the pace back up with the dildo, my eyes darting back and forth between her fondling herself and fucking herself. It was a hell of a view, one that would be burned into my memory forever. I watched her face for a moment as she gasped, her mouth hanging open as she really picked up the pace.

"I want you to cum," she moaned "can you cum for me?"

"Bring me that mouth again and I guarantee it." I replied. Watching her grope and plow herself was pushing me to the brink, and I knew those lips and that tongue could get me over the edge easily now.

She was all too happy to oblige, leaning forward as she continued to play with her own tit and letting her tongue guide me back into her mouth. Even if I couldn't see everything she was doing to herself, I knew what was happening and that brought me ever closer to exploding. Knowing her one hand groped at her beautiful tits, the other using a dildo on that hair pussy, while her mouth slid along my cock was all getting to be too much to handle. It all came to a head when her tongue undulated against my cock, and her hand left her breast and groped at my balls.

"Oh fuck, Kelly, I'm gonna cum!"

At that she pulled her head back, letting her tongue be the last thing that touched my cock until her hand came up to hold me steady. The feeling of her tongue basically running the length of my cock, the little flick at the head at the end, her gentle hand wrapping around my shaft; it was all over. I came hard, and I heard her gasp as she pushed the dildo back deep inside her folds as the first strands of thick cum splattered against her round face. I felt my cock throb in her hand as I unloaded on her, watching the sticky white goo land on her face. A few ropes missed and dropped down to leave wet spots on her shirt, and a few even ended up in her mouth when she opened it to let out a little squeal of delight.

When all was said and she her face was absolutely covered and dripping with my seed. Wet spots on her shirt showed where some of my cum hand fallen short, and I watched as a little hung from her open mouth, clinging to her bottom lip. She ran her tongue along her lips and around as much as she could, one eye was shut as thick globs of cum dripped down over her eyelid.

"God," she said after making sure she got every bit of my spunk that her tongue could reach "that was exactly what I wanted to happen."

"Happy to help." I said with a smirk.

"And that's four." Kelly said, as she slid her soaked dildo out from between her legs. She placed it on the bed next to her, a wet patch forming under the toy to match the one between her young legs. She looked up at me with her one open eye and smiled. "So close to breaking the record."

With that she got up, I stepped back to give her the room she needed to stand, and made her way across the hall to her bathroom. I walked to the doorway and watched as she grabbed a cleaning rag and wiped her face off. Cum dripped slowly from her chin, her nose, basically any part of her face that protruded in any fashion, down into the sink as she tried to get it all off her face. She stood up, looked in the mirror and then down at her shirt. She sighed, dropping the rag into the sink and turning on the hot water. She then grabbed her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, standing before me now in nothing but her bra.

"Guess I gotta wash this shirt now, huh?" She said. "Worth it."

I gathered up my pants and boxers and took one more look at her bed and the spots where her own cum had soaked it. Then I took in another look at her body as she began to wring out the rag into the sink. I smiled to myself, and then made my way down the hall to my own bedroom. Would she really try to go for five? Would she really try and one up her mom like that? Only time would tell.

AS the day turned to night and mid-evening rolled around I found myself in my room, laying on my bed, dicking around on my phone before calling it a night. I had already changed into my usual sleep attire of a pair of gm shorts, just scrolling through social media for a little bit. Part of me was surprised that Kelly hadn't made another move yet, as the day was winding down.

It was almost like she read my mind, as the door to my bedroom swung open. I turned my gaze from my phone to the door to see Kelly standing there in the doorway, and I quickly put my phone down. She stood there for a moment, wearing only the blue bra and black panties she had been wearing earlier. I took in the view of her body, feeling my cock throb a little. She started walking towards the bed, shutting the door behind her, and I admired her as she stood at the foot of my bed.

"You think you got number five in you?" She asked, trying her best to sound sultry.

"If you think you can get number five out of me, you're more than welcome to try." I said with a smirk.

She smiled back, confident in her abilities now, and I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. I saw her bush peeking over the top of the bed, and as she climbed into the bed with me there was no hiding the tent in my shorts. To my surprise, however, as she climbed up my body she moved right past the obvious erection, until her face was right up at mine.

"I want you to eat me," she said "eat me until I cum."

Before I could offer any sort of retort, or even just agree like I planned to, she climbed up and was straddling my face. I had only a moment to breathe deep and take in her scent before she pushed her wet, pink, pussy down to my mouth. As If by instinct my tongue lashed out to meet her, and she gasped as it made contact with her clit. I wrapped my arms around her legs and grabbed hold of her thighs as I let my tongue go to town on her. I licked at her clit, ran my tongue along the length of her labia, feeling her soft lips and getting a taste of her sweet pussy. I listened to her moan as I licked and lapped, moving my hands from her thighs up to her nice wide hips.

She began to grind her pussy against my mouth, making me press my tongue harder against her clit. Between moans I heard the shaky words "just like that" and "lick me there, lick me right there" as I kept working her clit with my tongue. As she continued to buck and grind against my tongue I kept licking as she wanted, but I didn't want to make her cum too fast. I wanted to savor this, I wanted to take my time and enjoy her sitting on my face.

My hands moved from her hips around to her ass, grabbing her soft buttocks firmly in my grip. I held her tight and still, curling my tongue and plunging it between her folds. I heard her gasp as I pushed inside her, letting my tongue waggle around a little. I could feel the juices rolling down my tongue to the back of my throat, every taste bud soaked and saturated with her flavor. I took it in and enjoyed her taste, like sweet nectar, as my brain flooded me with dopamine. I listened to her moan, her breathing shaky as I moved my tongue between her pink lips and savored her taste.

My hands again moved, letting go of her ass and moving up her body. I traced her every beautiful curve with my hands, loving the feeling of her soft skin under my touch, my tongue moving back to her clit and using it as it's personal play-thing. It didn't take long before I felt the fabric of her bra against my hands, and I moved them to her back and began to work at the hooks of the bra. It was tough to concentrate, losing myself in licking her as she offered words of affirmation. Soon enough I managed to unclasp the garment, the hooks popping free. I moved my hands around to the front of her body, pushing the bra down her arms and getting me two handfuls of her soft tits.

As I groped and licked she pressed her clit down against my tongue.

"Oh god, Luke," she stuttered "just like that. I'm so close, make me cum, please make me cum."

I was all too happy at this point to give her what she wanted. I licked her clit just like she asked, groping her tits. I could feel her body starting to tense as she got closer and closer. I gave her clit one more good, hard, lick as I gave both her sensitive nipples a little pinch and tug. Her legs squeezed either side of my head as she screamed in pleasure, a little spurt of liquids splattering onto my face as she came. I grabbed her tits and gave them a good squeeze as she let the orgasm subside a little.

When she was back in control of her body she climbed off my face, and made quick work getting my shorts pulled down to reveal my cock. She leaned down and took me in her mouth, blowing me with a ferocity and enthusiasm I wasn't sure I'd ever seen in her. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, making me moan as I felt her mouth sliding along my shaft. She pulled her head up and quickly replaced it with a hand, stroking me as she adjusted her position so she could get her other hand onto my balls. She leaned down, letting her tongue hang from her mouth and rest against the head of my cock as she stroked me, rolling her tongue around and fondling my nuts. She pulled her head up and looked over at me as she continued to stroke.

"You want me to ride you?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied "ride me."

"Which way?"

"Let's start reverse, I wanna see that ass." I said.

She leaned down and took me into her mouth again, sucking me off wonderfully. Then she sat straight up, swung one leg over me and turned her back to me. She looked over her shoulder at me as I admired her sweet bubble butt, a hand came down to take hold of my cock and guide me as she lowered herself down. I let out a loud moan as I felt her wetness and warmth wrap around me, watched as her mouth opened wide and she gasped as once again I parted her folds and my cock clipped into her delightfully tight little cunt. Soon I was completely inside her again, her hand had let go and every inch of my throbbing erection was buried in her pussy.

She wasted little time getting moving, bucking and grinding her hips like she had done while I ate her out, but now I got to watch that soft ass of hers in motion. That was, of course, when I could actually keep my eyes open. Her pussy felt so good, so warm, tight and inviting that my body was overwhelmed with pleasure. I felt the subtle motions of her body, the little squeezes of her pussy as it gripped me tighter with certain movements, the fluids that escaped her and rolled down onto my pelvis. I had been wondering all day if she'd let me fuck her one last time, and despite all the fun we had I wanted to be inside her like this again. I wanted to feel her pussy around me, to feel her body react to my cock inside her, to feel what it was to be so connected with her again.

I opened my eyes at just the right time as she switched from bucking to bouncing, and I got to watch the ripples along the skin of her ass as she slid her snatch up and down on my cock. I loved the way it looked, coming down against my body and jiggling just right. I loved the sensation of her pussy sliding along my cock, I loved the sounds of our bodies colliding over and over as she bounced as best she could on me. It was an amazing feeling, made even more amazing when she leaned forward and grabbed my ankles. Now I could see her pussy in full, along with her full ass as she continued to slide up and down on me.

"God damn, Kelly, you feel so fucking good."

"So do you, I love the way you feel inside me." She said.

She lowered her ass down and made smaller motions, but faster this time. I watched my cock appear and vanish between her wet lips as she moved. I reached my hands down and grabbed her ass, pushing her down on me and letting her feel all of me in her. Then I took advantage of the fact my bed had some give, and I began to thrust up into her. I couldn't go terribly fast, but I got plenty enough speed to send her moaning wildly as I raised and lowered my hips to pound that sweet little twat of hers. She moaned louder as I thrust up into her, listening to her sounds and feeling her stretching around my cock.

"Turn around," I said as I stopped thrusting "I wanna see you from the front now."

She lifted herself up off of me, and with a little repositioning she spun around to face me so I could see her from the front in her naked glory. Her curves, the chubby belly, her beautiful tits, that tangled bush of hair. She lowered herself back down on me, both of us moaning as my cock pushed up inside her again. She took no time to settle, and began to bounce on my cock once more. I watched as her tits bounced perfectly with her body, the way her belly jiggled as she slid up and down on my hard dick.

She felt amazing, she looked amazing, I loved the sounds our bodies made together, loved the sounds of her moans, the scent of our sex filling the room. It was the perfect combination, a full sensory experience.

She slammed down on me with a gasp, and then began to buck and grind her hips. I reached my hands out, grabbing hold of her soft tits as she moved her hips on me. Feeling her wrapped around me, along with the soft skin of her breasts and her hard nipples digging into my palms, my brain released another flood of dopamine into my system.

I moved my hands from her tender young breasts and moved them to her shoulders, and with a subtle motion guided her to lean down against me. Her head at my shoulder, her breath and moans and gasps filling my ear, her body pressed against mine, her nipples poking against my chest. I moved my hands down to her hips and let her buck her entire body against me for a bit.

"Oh god," she moaned right into my ear "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me."

I wasn't going to be one to deny her, and I began to thrust up into her once more. She moaned louder, pressing her face against my shoulder and screaming with pleasure into my flesh as I fucked her. But this wasn't the best position for this, and I knew what needed to be done to give her a proper fucking.

I wrapped my arms around her, shifted one leg and pushed, rolling us over. She let out a surprised squeal as we rolled, and soon she was on her back with me atop her, my cock still plunged into her wetness. I readjusted slightly to get into the optimal position, on my knees and now gripping her thighs. I looked down into her eyes, and they spoke the only words I needed from her: "do it."

I began to thrust, not as fast as I could go, wanting to warm her up a little, but still still plenty hard. She grabbed the sheet as I fucked her, her body moving in unison with me. With every thrust into her tight young cunt I watched her react. Her tits and belly jiggling with every impact, the way her eyes could barely stay open, her mouth agape. I picked up the pace little by little, until eventually I was railing her as hard as I was confident her body could handle given the week we'd had. Her moans got louder as I went harder and faster, and a chorus of "yes, fuck me!" echoed off the walls as I laid into her. I could have fucked her just like that until I either came or my body gave out, but I knew I wanted more of her. I wanted so much of her.

I rolled her onto her side, managing to keep my cock inside her, and began to fuck her hard and fast again. I loved seeing her tits move in profile, the lovely rippling and jiggling of her 19 year old body as she moaned and begged for my cock. One hand on her ass, gripping the malleable skin, my other gripping her thigh as my body moved of it's own accord to keep fucking her. One of her hands reached back and grabbed my forearm, my hips thrusting over and over into her tight, but all too welcoming, pussy.

When my hips needed a rest, for I am only human after all, Kelly took the initiative again. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me once more. I watched, when I could open my eyes, her body as she bounced on my cock with an erotic enthusiasm that only made me want her more. I let her bounce and buck and grind on my cock to her heart's content, her hands coming up and cupping her own tits as she gyrated her full hips. She slowed down, savoring the sensation of me inside her, running her tongue over her lips sensually as she moved to let me rub against her walls.

"You want me to fuck you again?" I asked, panting.

"God yes."

"How do you want to get it?"

She thought for a second, still moving her hips back and forth and squeezing her own supple tits, then she smiled down at me. "Can you fuck me doggy style again? Like you did in the kitchen?"

I nodded, and with a joyful little sound she climbed off me. We both got up and she stood at the side of the bed before bending over and waggling her ass at me. I got up behind her, enjoying the view for a brief moment before giving in to my carnal desires and scooting forward. With one hand on her ass and the other one my slick cock I got into position and pushed my cock back deep into her pussy. We moaned in unison as her body once again welcomed me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my not significant girth inside her. It didn't matter how often if happened, the sensation of her lips parting as my cock pushed inside her and felt the grip of her walls always sent a wave of pleasure rolling over me.

I moved both my hands to her hips, gripping her tight and asking if she was ready. She looked back over her shoulder at me, flexing her muscles and squeezing my cock with a smirk.

"Fuck me hard, like you did in the kitchen. I want you to make me cum like this."

That was all I needed to hear, and with no fanfare I started thrusting. I watched her ass jiggle as I pounded her pussy, thrusting over and over and making us both moan. I slammed her good and hard, just like she asked me to, taking one hand and giving her ass a couple of solid slaps. I was always a fan of doggy style, but with Kelly it was something else. She seemed to love it, which made me want to give her what she wanted more than ever. The wet slapping of our bodies coming together over and over, the jiggle of her buttocks, knowing I was hitting her g-spot just right to send her over the edge. I leaned forward a little more, thrusting faster and harder, my hands gripping her shoulders as I plowed her for all I was worth.

"God yes!" She screamed. "Just like that, keep going!"

I was all too happy to oblige, and it didn't take long before I felt her body begin to shake and then tighten around me as she buried her face in the bed sheets and screamed in joy as she came again, her legs shivering and I quickly had to readjust to grab her hips again and help hold her up. I pulled my cock from her soaking wet pussy and again sandwiched it between her buttocks, giving her some gentle thrusts and just enjoying the feeling of her.

I gave her only enough time to catch her breath before taking her once more. I grabbed her and helped her onto her back, her legs dangling off the bed as I stood between them. I grabbed her thighs again and moved my hips until my throbbing erection slipped back between her folds with a gasp from her as another blast of pleasure shot through her body. I wasted no time and began to fuck her good and hard again. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, to give her everything I had, to have us go out on a good note of a proper hard railing.

I moved her legs up until they were straight up against my chest, gripping her ankles and fucking her as hard and fast as my body muster. The whole time she encouraged me, telling me how badly she wanted it, begging me to fuck her hard. I peered around her legs and watched her belly and breasts bounce and wobble as I continued to fuck her for all I was worth. I let go of her legs and they dropped to either side of my body, my hands moved down and rested on her pudgy little belly as I laid into her.

She must have felt it coming, or read it on my face, but I was reaching the end. There was no way her body wasn't going to make me cum, and I know how much she loved to make me cum.

"Are you going to cum for me?" She asked between moans.

"Yeah, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Good." Was all she said.

Then the unexpected happened: her legs moved and wrapped around me, pulling me tight into her. A the same time she clenched around me, her pussy grabbing my cock pleasantly. I couldn't break free, and I wasn't sure I really wanted to, and between the holding me inside her with her legs and the flexing of her muscles it was no surprise that I couldn't hold back any longer. I watched her face, her eyes rolled back a little and a smile smeared across her face as I exploded deep inside her. Throbbing, pumping, my cock shot more and more cum into her tight young cunt. I felt her pussy grip and squeeze, trying to milk me for every last drop she could get. It was almost painful, I could feel my balls tingle as I unloaded my seed inside my step-daughter, and somehow knowing that my cum was filling her uterus to burst made me cum even harder.

It felt almost like an eternity as I unloaded in Kelly's snatch, until finally my body was done. I had nothing left to give, and we sat there for a moment in silence, only our panting filling the room. Soon her legs released their grasp on me and I stepped back, my cock slipping from her soft pink lips. To my surprise, no cum leaked from her. With how much I had cum, I expected to see some spurt out of her when I exited, but nothing. She had taken it all, like a god damn champ.

"Kelly," I said "what have we done?" Some part of me was terrified that I had just gotten her pregnant, despite the fact that in the moment all I wanted was to cum inside her, to let her know what it feels like to have her step-dad's load filling her.

"Don't worry, I'm on really good birth control." She said reassuringly as she got up on wobbly legs.

"If you say so." I replied. Part of me wondered if I had ruined this girl. I wasn't any sort of sex god, but I had been her first time for so many things: her first blowjob, first guy to eat her out, first to fuck her and now her first creampie. But at the same time, it was a point of pride knowing that I was her first because she wanted it. "I suppose we should probably shower."

"Yeah," she said "you mind if I pee real quick?"

I motioned to the bathroom and she walked in, shutting the door behind her. I waited patiently until I heard the toilet flush and the door opened again. We hopped in the shower, washing each other off as we had that time six months prior. We scrubbed each other down, getting one last feel of the other's body as we got clean. I ran my hands along her body, giving her chest and ass a few final gropes, her hands running along my chest and gently rubbing at my spent cock and balls.

When we were finally done she put her panties back on and scooped her bra off the floor. She turned and looked at me with a smile, and I took another chance to look her up and down. This was for real the last time we could ever do something like this, and I couldn't think of a way we could possibly top this if we did manage to get another amount of time alone together.

"Five," she said "I believe that's the record. Love to see mom try and beat that."

With that she was out the door, and a moment later I heard the door to her bedroom shut. I walked over and picked my shorts up off the floor before slipping them back on and crawling back into bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, and reveling in the week I had just had.

I wondered if her mom could beat five times in one day.