Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... from my loins to my lower back and up my spine as I began to ejaculate uncontrollably in my stepdaughter’s incredibly tight vagina. The thought of pulling out didn’t occur to me but even if it had, my climax came so rapidly and so violently that I doubt I could have withdrawn before the damage was done. As it was, I simply dug my fingers hard into the flesh of her waist and hips and pulled her body violently onto my pulsating, spurting cock. I felt her hands on my upper arms then the sharp pain of fingernails piercing flesh. My thrusts became wild and uncontrolled as, amidst the din of wildly splashing water, I slammed myself as deep as I could go into Hannah’s skinny young body one last time and held her hard against me. It was only once silence had descended and only the sound of our laboured, panting breath broke the evening stillness that I realised just how noisy the two of us had been. My cock was already softening within her but the sudden fear of discovery turned it to a flaccid appendage instantly. I slipped messily from my stepdaughter’s red, puffy vagina and sat back on my heels, feeling the warm water of the tub washing around my surprisingly sore cock and looking up at the girl who I should have thought of as a daughter not a lover. She was smiling at me, her face and chest flushed pink in the half-light, her thighs still spread wide. I could see a trickle of semen beginning to emerge from her inner lips and run down the base of her slit towards the edge of the ...

... tub. “Wow!” she said, mirroring the words running around my head. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you… enjoy it?” I bumbled stupidly, running my hands along her pale skinny thighs. Hannah nodded, her head lowered as if embarrassed but her eyes were gleaming and she made no attempt to conceal her gaping vulva. "Did we really do it? Did we do it all properly?" For a moment I felt confused and upset as if my lovemaking was being criticised but then I realised that wasn't what she meant at all. "You did everything you wanted to me?” she continued. “We just had real, proper sex all the way?" I smiled and nodded, holding her hands in reassurance. "Yes Hannah. We just had real, proper sex. All the way if you want to think of it like that." A look of triumph, almost elation came over her pretty young face and it began to dawn on me what we had just done - what I had just done, I corrected myself. But there was no regret or reproach in her voice, quite the opposite in fact. “Oh my God! I did it! I actually did it!" I was now very confused. I had expected some post-coital talk, possibly even reproach but not this. "Is… is it always like that? As nice as that I mean?” Her voice was soft and almost child-like, making me remember just how much younger than me she was, and the position of trust I had just so badly abused. “I’m pleased you enjoyed it. I thought I might have hurt you,” I said, trying to hold off the tsunami of remorse and guilt that was waiting to engulf me in my state of ...