Consenting Step Daughter

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“So good,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking good!”

There was a hot fire in her belly that was fast getting out of control. She kept lifting her ass as high as the could and squeezing her cunt walls together. She could almost feel his prickhead getting thicker inside her.

“I’m going to come!” she screamed. “I’m going to fucking come! I’m fucking coming! I AM FUCKING COMING!”

The spasms of pleasure shot through her body again and again. She felt the wet juices leaking out of her pussy and soaking his cock. She heard his cock making wet sounds as he kept thrusting into her, his finger seemed to somehow get deeper inside her asshole.

“That’s the way to fuck me, baby,” she moaned. “That’s what I love. Now shoot your hot cum in my pussy. I want to feel it in my pussy. Shoot it in me, baby!”

“I’m going to give it to you, cunt,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill your cunt full of cum. I’m going to fucking flood your ass. You bitch! You hot-assed bitch!”

He kept screaming as he thrust his prick deep inside her pussy. She felt his cock getting bigger and suddenly his hot cum shot inside her. His cum felt thick and sticky as it leaked out of her pussy. It was like a soothing balm he kept squirting inside her cunt.

“Move your ass, baby,” he groaned. “Take it all. Take every drop of my cum. Move your ass and take it all!”

“Damn,” she moaned. “Oh, damn, I want it all. I want it!”

She kept squirming in pleasure and squeezing her cunt walls together until she got every drop of his cum out. Finally his prick slid out of her. She groaned as she felt him rub his prickhead against her cunt.

“Get up on your knees, baby,” he said. “Suck me clean.”

She got to her knees and obediently sucked his prick into her mouth and carefully sucked him clean. She let her tongue swirl all around his cockhead until he reluctantly pushed her away.

“That’s enough, baby,” he said. “I’ve got to get you out of here. I wouldn’t want anyone to miss you and accuse me of messing around with babies.”

“Babies don’t have tits like these,” she said, grinning.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sandra was stretched out on her bed in just her bra and panties. She was reading a dirty magazine that a boy had given her in school. It had just been a joke for him. He had no idea that Sandra would actually go home and read it. But Sandra was feeling good as she read the erotic words and looked at the few simple pictures. The pictures weren’t very explicit but they were enough to excite her.

She hadn’t realized she’d left the door open until she felt that there was someone in the room with her.

“What are you reading, honey?” her stepfather asked.

It was stupid to be embarrassed after all that had happened between them, but she tried to close the book without him seeing. Will was having none of that. He crossed the room quickly and he grabbed the magazine out of her hand. He started looking through it.

“Shit,” Will said. “I thought you really had something. This is really tame stuff. Would you like to see some real porno?”

Sandra felt a tightness in her chest. She didn’t like the thought of looking at dirty books with her stepfather because she knew what might happen. She almost knew that the thought of it was exciting her more than anything in her life. She wanted to look at those magazines.

“Do you have some?” she asked.

“I sure do, baby,” her stepfather said.

Her stepfather took her hand and pulled her off the bed. She thought about protesting the fact that she wasn’t wearing very much but then she thought that she didn’t have much to hide from him. He had already seen everything.

“I’ve got them in my bedroom,” he said.

She walked behind him into the big bedroom used by her mother and stepfather. She sat down on the bed while her stepfather pulled some scrapbooks out from under the bed.

“You’re going to like these,” he said. “Your mother really likes them. It makes her hotter than hell!” She nodded as her stepfather handed her one scrapbook. Suddenly she could feel her body trembling. She had thought that the magazine was pretty bad. There was no telling what her stepfather would have in this scrapbook.

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