Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months.
Three months later, Christa announced,
“Mary-Beth wants a girls’ trip to Vegas. You and Jenna have been getting on so well lately that I should go. I’ve not had a proper girly break because of Jenna’s behaviour. This is my chance. What do you think?”
“Go for it,” I said, my heart pounding.
“We can get an early flight on a Thursday and return the following Monday. Does that sound okay?”
I counted the days. “Sounds good. I can spend some quality time with Jenna. Take her to the mall, out to the hills. Watch a movie. Hit her favourite pizza place.”
Fuck her in every position imaginable.
“That’s great.” Christa leaned over and kissed me. “I already floated the idea with Jenna, and she said I should go too.”
“We’ll be fine,” I said. “No need to worry at all.”
She smiled. I smiled.
And three weeks later, I waved the taxi off at five in the morning before walking back upstairs and crashing out on our bed. The early morning dark wrapped around me. I lay there, trying to get back to sleep, and heard the creak of the bedroom door as Jenna slipped in. She climbed onto the bed without a word, sliding across cotton sheets until her naked body melded into mine. Jenna had confided in me that this was what she was looking forward to the most: time to be with each other and explore. Our sex had been snatched moments: a fast fuck as Christa drove to the local shops. A hurried hand job in the kitchen. Jenna was sitting on the washing machine as I knelt between her legs and ate her out.
Now we were together, like lovers, Jenna nestled in my arms as her naked butt pressed into me and my cock grew hard between her ass cheeks.
“Daddy?” Jenna asked, as my hand drew lazy circles over her stomach. “Would you do something for me this weekend?”
I kissed her shoulder. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want you to come inside me.”
My hand stopped its movement. My heart skipped a beat. My skin grew cold.
“Um,” I pulled away a little. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my stepdaughter. It wouldn’t be right.”
“What?” She twisted and pulled away from me, facing me now in the ash-gray light of dawn.
“Look, Jenna…”
She cut me off. “Not right? How can you say that? You’re having sex with me for fuck’s sake. You’ve come in mouth. You’ve come on my face, on my stomach, my ass, my thighs. Two weeks ago, I gave you a hand job in the car and had to catch your load to stop it from going everywhere. And remember last Sunday?”
How could I forget?
Sunday morning, lying in bed as Christa had a shower. Stroking my erection and thinking of Jenna. Then the girl herself sneaking in, tiptoeing across the floor with a wicked grin on her face. I waved her away, pointing at the door to the ensuite bathroom.
“Your mom’s having a shower. She could finish any minute.” I kept my voice low, despite the sudden rush of fear.
“That makes it more fun,” Jenna whispered as she pulled back the sheet.
“Oh, Jesus.” I closed my eyes as she hopped onto the bed, took hold of my cock, and went down on me.
Fear and desire mixed into one mass of heat. Jenna’s head bobbed up and down as she guzzled my cock. My breathing and heartbeat were out of control. Through the rush of blood in my head, I heard the shower stop.
“Jenna!” I hissed.
She looked up. “She needs time to dry.”
My cock disappeared into her mouth once more. She took me to the edge, and I clamped my mouth shut as I shot my load. I saw Jenna’s throat working as she swallowed my come, fingers wiping my cock clean as she pulled the sheet back into position. Jenna crawled up the bed and kissed me, her lips and tongue tasting of my seed.
“Jenna!” Her lips stifled my voice.
“I know, I know.”
She tiptoed back across the bedroom and blew me a kiss goodbye, closing the door the instant Christa stepped out of the bathroom.
“I see you do remember,” Jenna said, back in the present.
“Jenna,” I said. “You’re my stepdaughter, it just feels wrong, and there’s the chance you might get pregnant if I come inside you.”
“As I said,” Jenna’s voice was tight and frustrated. “You’re happy to fuck me, and come anywhere on me, but the one thing I want you to do you refuse. And that pregnancy thing? You do know I could still get pregnant even if you pull out? Didn’t they teach family planning when you were at school?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, knowing that answer would not calm her.
“I hate you.” Jenna rolled out of bed and stalked across the room.
“Jenna?”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Jenna, come back to bed. We can talk it over.’
The door slammed shut behind her. I sighed in frustration, scrambling out of bed and following her. The door to her bedroom was closed. I hesitated before knocking lightly.
The door got wrenched open, and Jenna reached out to me. I thought she was going to hit me before her hand swung around and she slapped something onto the door before slamming it shut in my face. I read the note she’d stuck there. ‘Stepdads not allowed.’ I sighed. She’d taken the sign down weeks ago, and now it was back.
“Jenna?” I spoke to her through the door.
“Go away.”
“We’ve both been looking forward to these few days together. Let’s not ruin them right now. Come to bed with me.”
The door opened, and she glared at me. “Why? So you can get your load off on my ass or my face?”
“And how many orgasms have you had these past few weeks?” I asked, my anger at her growing. “I have given you as much pleasure as you have given me.”
Her face softened. “Daddy, I know I have enjoyed this as much as you. I just want to feel like a real woman, a true lover. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Standing there, both of us naked, I felt my resolve weaken.
No, you can’t. The voice in my head spoke up. I listened.
“Jenna, I’m sorry. I can’t do that for you.”
Her mouth hardened into an unsmiling line. “Then you are going to get very frustrated this weekend,” she said, closing the door in my face once more.
Back in bed, staring at the ceiling, I wondered how the anticipation of these days together had turned to disappointment so swiftly. Every time I fucked Jenna I had that moment of fear as I was about to come. I had to pull out. Coming inside her would take us to a different level. That’s why I always pulled out. She’s beautiful and sexy, but I don’t want to go that extra step.
I rolled over, hoping sleep might return, but knowing it wouldn’t. Lying on my back again, I fondled my soft cock. I thought about Jenna. The way her ass looked on all fours. The way she spreads her legs for me to enter her. That hand job in the car while parked at the farmer’s market. Her mouth on my cock, taking me into her throat. I grew hard.
I started masturbating. My eyes closed, images of Jenna in my head. I got a shock when I heard Jenna say,
“Are you thinking about me?”
She’d crept into the room and now stood at the side of the bed.
“Always,” I said, my voice rough with need.
She smiled. “Good. Now, sit up.”
I did as I was told. Jenna moved behind me, pressing her lithe form into my back. Her arms came around my body. One hand stroked my chest and stomach as the other claimed ownership of my cock and began to wank me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into my ear.
“That’s okay, sweetheart.” I turned my head, and we kissed.
“Do you like this?” she asked, as her hand picked up the pace.
“Oh, yes.”
She giggled in my ear. “Close your mouth.”
Mystified, I closed my mouth. The hand on my chest moved to seal my lips and slim fingers pinched my nose shut.
“I read about this on the internet,” Jenna said. “It’s called erotic asphyxiation.”
My heart rate spiked as Jenna’s hand moved faster on my shaft. Pre-come leaked out to give it a slick coating. I hadn’t had a chance to take a deep breath before she shut my airway, and my lungs were already screaming for oxygen. I reached to pull her hand away from my mouth, and Jenna snapped,
“No, no, not yet.”
She leaned over me, forcing my body to fold in half. She continued masturbating me as dark spots clouded my vision. I couldn’t fight the rising need to ejaculate. Every cell in my body screamed for release and oxygen. I twisted, I bucked, but Jenna’s lean strength held me down until a supernova bright light burst in my skull, and engulfing darkness followed.
“Daddy? Daddy?”
I opened my eyes. Jenna was gently stroking my face. I lay in a puddle of come, my heart still thumping in my chest.
“Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, my voice almost gone.
Jenna smiled. “Welcome back to the land of the living. I thought you had died for a moment.”
“I think I did.” I uncurled, every part of me drained.
“Well, now you’re awake, it’s my turn.”
Jenna bunched the pillows up against the headboard and sat back, spreading her legs to give me an eye-popping view of her wet pussy. Her eyes held a request, and who was I to refuse? I crawled between her legs, kissing down each thigh until I reached her sex. She’d taken to shaving herself, and tasted of lemon and vanilla as I licked her smooth flesh. I slipped two fingers inside her. Jenna moaned, her hands clasping my head and pulling me into her.
My world became Jenna’s flesh, her scent, her movements. Tongue and teeth worked her clit as my fingers fucked her. Jenna’s legs closed, her thighs wrapping around me. I was in darkness, all sound cut off, and again I couldn’t breathe. The only way to know what was happening was Jenna’s hips. They twitched to the beat of her passion, faster and faster. I added a third finger to the plundering of her cunt.
A hot wash of excitement flooded my hand where I penetrated her. Her hips drove her pussy hard against my face. My teeth scoured her clit, and I sensed her orgasm through the tighter clamping of her thighs on my head.
Now I felt the burning need to breathe, but I couldn’t. She held me in place as a hot spike of pain grew in my chest and spread across my ribcage like a circle of fire. Jenna was coming. I was dying. I dragged my fingers from her and slapped her thigh, but she was so lost in her orgasm, I had to slap her twice more before her legs parted, and I rolled clear to take a desperate breath of air.
The pain in my chest slowly faded. I looked up to see Jenna curled in a ball. We were both as sweat-stained and come-stained as the bedsheets. I crawled up to her, taking my stepdaughter in my arms and holding her close. I saw the bedside clock as I lay back down—six a.m.
Fuck. Christa had only been gone an hour, and Jenna had already nearly suffocated me twice and given me a cardiac arrest once. As I fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep, I wondered how the hell I was going to survive the next few days.