His Nasty Little Pussy

For the rest of the day, Steve avoided me. If I came in the room he suddenly had to leave. He could barely make eye contact. He had to during dinner, though.

When Charles got home he made spaghetti and a huge salad. The three of us sat around the table slurping our noodles. There wasn’t much conversation going on until Charles asked us what we had done that day.

Steve immediately blushed and put his head down. I had to laugh at him. I couldn’t believe he was acting so shy. I mean the guy had jerked off in front of me. No reason to be shy now.

“We just hung out together. Had a little brother, sister time.” I said with a giggle.

“Well good,” Charles said in a fatherly tone. “Your mother and I were afraid you wouldn’t appreciate gaining a brother and a father with such little notice.”

I giggled again “Oh, I have just recently discovered the joy of having a brother and I hope that spreads to my father too.”

At that Steve looked up at me, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Charles smiled as he looked between Steve and me. “Well, that is very nice of you to say, Cindy. I know I am not your real father but I would love it if we could develop some kind of relationship.”

I smiled big and winked at Steve “That is exactly what I was thinking.” I wrapped my tongue around a noodle as it dangled from my fork and slurped it the rest of the way in my mouth.

After dinner, Steve and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. I bumped into him on purpose and he would look to see if Charles had seen us.

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.” He stated as his eyes darted around.

“You want to come to my room tonight?” I ran my hand over his ass as I walked behind him.

“Tonight?” he stammered. “I’m going to a movie with the guys. But…” he continued to stagger silverware in the dishwasher “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good.” I bit my bottom lip and ran my hand around to the front of his pants. My hand wandered slowly over his hard on then I lightly patted his bulge. “I can’t wait.”

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So now all I needed was Daddy Dearest to complete my nasty Cindy sandwich.

As soon as Steve left with his friends, I honed in on Charles.

I found him watching a movie in the family room. He sat there in a pair of running shorts and a grey tee shirt glued to the television.

“What are you watching?”

Charles looked up to see me standing there in a long white tee shirt and little pink panties. He quickly looked away.

“Umm… I’m not real sure what it is called.” He fumbled with the remote “I was just channel surfing, to be honest.” He said and started pressing the channel up button.

I sat down beside him and sat cross-legged. My shirt barely covered my upper thighs and if he looked close enough he would be able to see my nipples through the thin cotton material.

We sat watching nothing in particular. I wiggled around on the sofa, drawing his attention. I wanted him to sneak little peaks of my flesh.

“You want a soda?” I asked and stood up.

“Umm, sure.”

I went into the kitchen and got two cans of soda. I placed the cans on my nipples before returning to the room, the icy cold drinks forcing my nipples to quickly stiffen. I stood in front of Charles, nipples nice and pointy “Here ya go.” I smiled as I handed him the can.

Charles swallowed hard “Th-thanks.” He said and moved into the corner of the couch as he stared at my tits.

I sat beside him, took a big swig of soda, and set it on the end table.

“May I?” I took the remote from his hand and scanned the channels. “Umm here. I think you will like this show.” I had put it on one of the late-night shows. The after-dark ones that have just enough sex in them to make you pissed off and think about ordering a pay movie.

He sat in stunned silence as fake boobs bounced on the screen. Before you knew it she was on all fours on her bed and there was a man behind her. As the moaning started I felt my pussy getting wet. I moved closer to Charles surprised when he didn’t try to move away from me. “My tits are nicer than those fake ones.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Don’t you think so, Daddy?” I turned to him and jutted out my chest.

Charles stared at my chest, his brow furrowed as he struggled with what was going on. “Umm, your breasts are wonderful.” He stammered.

“Do you want to touch them?” I wiggled a bit for emphasis.

Charles continued to stare. I could see the anguish on his face. He knew he shouldn’t but he wanted to.

“It’s okay, I want you to touch them.”

Charles slowly lifted his hand toward my tit. It trembled as it got closer to my breast.

My nipples were hard little nubs and I couldn’t wait to get his hands on me so I grabbed his hand and pulled it to me. He gasped as he made contact with the cushy warmth of my titty. My nipple poked his palm and I held his hand firmly to my chest. “See, they are way better when they are real.”

Charles began to knead my breast and I let my head fall to the side and moaned. He took my other breast in his hand, now firmly gripping both my tits, my pussy ached with lust and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stop myself from fucking him right then and there.

I slowly lifted my shirt and Charles moved his hands aside. His eyes focused on my chest, he swallowed hard as my glorious nipples made their first appearance before him. “Oh,” he whispered and his mouth gravitated to my left tit.

I lifted my shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and pulled my stepfather’s head firmly to me. He took my nipple in his mouth, and the other breast he kneaded gently. I felt his teeth lightly graze my erect nub and it sent goose bumps over my flesh and I shuddered. “Oh Daddy, that feels so nice.” I whimpered.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He grunted and sucked my nipple a little harder.

I moved my hand down his muscular arm and over to his side where I continued toward his crotch. I was dying to know how big his cock was after seeing Steve’s. He moaned as I groped for his crotch and then situated himself so I could easily access it. As I explored his body I was pleasantly surprised to find a cock just as thick if not thicker than his son’s and, from what I was feeling, it was plenty long too.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I ran my hand over the bulge. I caressed his coc for a few minutes before moving my hand to the loose-fitting leg of his shorts. I easily slipped my hand in and man, was I surprised to find that Charles was a freeballer. I gently grazed his sack with my fingertips then made my way to the hot shaft of his cock.

I felt him shudder at my touch–he broke his suction to my breast and took my face in both hands. I was overtaken by his kiss. Man, he was excited cause he held me so tight and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth our teeth hit.

I gripped his dick firmly in my hand and began to stroke it. I moved from base to tip, ran the tip of my finger over the head then back to the base again.

Charles continued with his frenzied kissing but his hands released my face and moved down to my crotch. He pulled the pink material aside and slipped an eager finger over my puffy pussy lips. He moaned loudly in my mouth as he felt my moisture. I mean, I was drenched down there!

He pushed a finger over my hole and inserted it deep inside me “Damn, you are so hot in there.” He mumbled then kissed my neck. I felt his teeth graze the flesh of my throat and he gave me a playful nibble, he pulled away, removing his finger from my dripping pussy and I watched through lusty eyes as my stepfather licked my juices off his finger. My pussy tightened up as I watched him lap up every drop of me and run his finger over his lip.

“Oh my God you taste good, too.” He got up and pulled my legs, positioning me on my back “I have got to be inside you.” He stood over me, his eyes focused on the wet spot between my legs.

I glanced at the clock and feigned panic on my face “Oh no!”

Charles looked panicked too “Oh no, what?”

“Steve will be home soon,” I said and rolled off the couch to find my tee shirt.

Charles looked at the clock “Oh fuck!” he looked at the clock then me.

“Don’t worry.” I smiled and then crawled over to him. I sat on my knees and put my hand on his soon-to-be deflated cock. I felt it twitch under my hand as I said “Come to my room tonight and we can finish this.”

Now that the trap was set, I got up and scurried off to my room for a pair of dry panties.

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