Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... at nineteen and you were the only one I dared do it with" "How did you know what to do?" She went all coy and childlike again. "It's embarrassing." "You know you can tell me anything, especially now." "Well, I've been reading porn stories online..." “Golly!” “And I’ve seen a few videos too…” "Wow!" "And... And I saw you and Mum do it in the tub a few times. You looked so relaxed and happy that I thought it might work for me too.” “Hannah!” “Please don’t be cross! You just can’t imagine what it feels like as a girl to know you’re ... different. It’s hard enough knowing when to let a boy touch you at all without being scared you'll clamp up and it will all go wrong." I stroked her thigh again. “I’m not cross at all,” I reassured her, though the thought that Debbie and I had been spied on during our outdoor lovemaking was unnerving. I couldn't ever let her know that her daughter had not only seen us but had made mental notes about Debbie's great technique and tried to copy it. And done it very successfully. "And it didn’t go wrong,” I told her frankly. “You were, well, you were really good. Very tight indeed but that just made it more exciting for me." "You're not just saying that?" "Honestly. It was one of the most exciting times of my life." This was after all, only the truth. I could feel her confidence growing by the way her body firmed beneath my hand. "Do you think we could... do it again? Perhaps a few times? So I know I can do it without clamping up again?" "Hannah I'm ...

... not sure that's a good idea. I'm your stepfather. We really shouldn't have done it even once, however lovely it was. I'm married to your mother; I mustn't cheat on her, even with someone I care about as much as I care about you." “I’m hardly going to run off and tell her, am I?” she said, her face a picture of sincerity. “Please Daddy; you don’t know how much this means to me!” Her hand slipped to my groin again where my cock had hardened and was sticking out absurdly. “It doesn’t look as if you’re revolted by the idea.” Her hand was on my shaft again, stroking it up and down and it was responding well. She leaned in and we kissed again, then I took her hand and we stood in the water, Hannah naked from the waist down, me stepping out of the shorts that were tangled round my ankles. The water cascaded from our bodies then with a quick glance to the left and right to make sure we couldn’t be seen, I led her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom, our wet feet leaving dark marks on the stair carpet. We kissed again and I carefully unfastened her bikini top, casting it onto the floor and releasing her tiny breasts. The coolness of the air and her obvious arousal had turned her nipples into strangely long, hard peaks. I cupped her globes, gently trapping a nipple between my fingers as we kissed long and hard again as I walked her backwards until the edge of the bed touched the back of her calves. Her knees bent as her legs touched the white cotton sheet and I lowered her ...