Nothing Sweeter Than a Step Daughter - Sex Stories

Nothing Sweeter Than a Step Daughter

... movies and tv shows, she technically knew it involved the manhood and the female vagina from school sex education, but that was about it. From the clothes she generally wore, not even Jim really knew how she looked, and the small town cheerleading outfits left much to the imagination. The skirts were long, as were the sleeves, as the rural christian community didn't buy in to the slutty outfits of the bigger cities. Lilly went and got back into bed and snuggled up to Jim. He needed a shower and was till sweaty a bit but it was a chilly October Saturday morning and the window in the bathroom was open. After that time out and about, naked, Lilly's tanned body was covered in goosebumps and she wanted to feel his warmth. It wasn't that different from her desire to feel his weight as he mounted her. She longed for that feeling, though she rarely got that, even when he tried. She felt like most of this was really her fault. She had turned him on that day, she had changed the way he felt about her. The way he had looked at her. It had been so amazing, better than she would ever have dreamed any experience could be. So how did it get to here? There was no sensuality, there was no passion, and lately, not even much foreplay. She knew she was getting more attractive every day as her body continued to fill out and become more and more feminine. But he was getting more and more mechanical. She had loved him loving her. On her back, their bodies and lungs moving in unison, their eyes ...

... locked, the look of pure fantasy and fulfillment on his face as he entered her, and the squinting he did when he was screaming and cumming. Now it seemed he wanted to cum as fast as he could. She had thought when he took her to planned parenthood for birth control it was out of fear for their secret love, now she thought he had done it just so he didn't have to worry about or use condoms. Now he could fuck ultra fast, and from his increased moaning and drooling on her, she figured it was also for the sensation of her tight young love tunnel. Granted, she liked the feel better too, but she didn't like feeling used. She felt like all she was anymore was his cum slut. Especially the way he talked now. Yesterday before her mother had left the house for another trip for Southwest, he came up behind her as she was getting milk out of the fridge and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to give you some special milk tonight". She assumed he thought that was sexy, but it just felt creepy. As she started to doze next to him, she did wonder why she didn't stop it. Tell him he had to be better to her like before or they wouldn't do this anymore. But she couldn't, she was too addicted to it. For all his awkwardness he was a talented licker, even if she rarely felt the tongue anymore. He still could be a sensual lover, and she hoped he would come around. She thinks she loves him, though she hasn't even dated any other men so she wasn't completely sure. And it still made her tingle. She hadn't ...