My teenage stepdaughter, Sandi and her friend Rachel always hung out together. They both had just finished their senior year in high school and they both were looking forward to heading off to college, “but not before we have some summer fun,” declared Rachel as they lay out by the pool in the back yard.
Sandi and Rachel were inseparable. Sandi had her mother’s good looks and charm, and Rachel was her equal by another mother. I never looked at Sandi in a sexual manner, although I will secretly admit to wondering how much different she might be in bed than her over-sexed mother. As Sandi went from being a skinny sixteen-year-old to an eighteen-year-old, her outfits got shorter and her shorts and t-shirts tighter, which kind of drove me crazy at times.
As Sandi and Rachel lay out at the pool, I kept to myself in the office I had established in the house. Peeking out the dinette door to the pool, during a break, I admired their slender and well-toned bodies from afar. Sandi was well built and had long blonde hair with brown highlights and a slender body style, while Rachel was the taller of the two and had long black hair and larger starter breasts.
I grabbed my cock and readjusted it for comfort in my jeans.
Sandi wandered into the house as I was standing in the kitchen making me a peanut butter sandwich.“You should be in a wrap,” I told Sandi as she stepped into the kitchen to make her and Rachel a sandwich, clad only in her very skimpy bikini.
“You’re supposed to be my dad,” Sandi declared.
“I am,” I replied, “But I am also a guy, so please indulge me,” I quickly shot back.
Sandi took the peanut butter jar from my hand.
“Really,” Sandi declared, “Doesn’t mom keep you happy?”
“Yes, she does,” I replied matter-of-factly. “But your mother is at work and I don’t need the tease.”
“There’s no tease,” Sandi shot back. “I am what I am.”
“Yes, you are,” I replied, playfully slapping her on her butt.
“Hey,” Sandi shot back, “That’s off-limits!”
I laughed.
“Then, cover it up,” I dutifully replied.
Sandi rolled her eyes and continued to spread the peanut butter across the bread, as I stood by, leaning up against the kitchen counter in silence, eating my own sandwich.
Sandi slapped a bread cover down and declared, “Done.”
I watched in silence as Sandi wrapped the sandwiches in paper towels and sauntered out to the pool where Rachel waited on her.
I watched from the kitchen as they chatted and ate the sandwiches, trying to rationalize my desires. I had reached my frustration point. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiffy. I needed some serious relief.
I closed my eyes to envision myself being relieved of my frustrations by either Sandi or Rachel. Suddenly, the door to the dinette opened and Rachel stepped in.
I couldn’t get turned around fast enough. Rachel had caught me in full stroke and there was no way I could hide or deny the obvious.
“Oh! my Gawd!” Rachel declared, her hand covering her mouth in shock. I quickly apologized as I stuffed my massive tool back into my pants, my back to the door.
Rachel backed out of the doorway and closed the door behind her. She quickly retreated to the chaise lounge and I could hear her telling Sandi that she had caught me jerking off.
“No way,” Sandi replied. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” Rachel replied. “I saw everything.”
“Oh my gosh!” Sandi replied. She quickly apologized to Rachel.
Rachel stayed quiet for a second and then she asked Sandi if she had ever seen me naked.
“No,” Sandi replied. “Oh my gosh! He’s my step-dad!”
“So what?” Rachel replied. “He’s not your real dad by blood.”
“I know,” Sandi replied, “But he’s still my dad.”
“Step-dad,” Rachel replied, re-emphasizing by saying again, “Step-dad.”
“Yes,” Sandi replied, acknowledging the difference. “Step-dad.”
Rachel stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“He’s got a hot body,” Rachel declared.
“Oh my God!” Sandi shot back. “Don’t tell me you have the hots for him!”
“Okay,” Rachel replied, “I won’t tell you.”
Damn.
“Do you think he fucks around on your mom?” Rachel asked.
“I hope not,” Sandi replied. “Mom would be crushed.”
The conversation waned for a few minutes, and I watched as neither Sandi nor Rachel said a word at that point. Then, Rachel said,
“Go with me into the house.”
Sandi stood up and started for the house with Rachel beside her. I quickly retreated to my office.
I heard the dinette door open and both girls stepping into the house.
“I gotta pee,” Sandi declared as she headed into the guest bathroom. I stuck my head out of my office and looked for Rachel. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, clad only in her string bikini, waiting on Sandi.
“Psssst,” I called out. Rachel looked in the direction of my office. I motioned for her to step down the short hallway and to the office.
As Rachel stepped into my office, I again apologized for my lewd conduct.
“That’s okay,” Rachel replied, her arms folded across herself. “I’m glad I turn you on.”
“Both of you turn me on,” I disclosed.
Sandi exited the bathroom and Rachel decided to retreat with Sandi back to the pool. I could see them talking at the pool. After a few minutes, Rachel came back in the house and made her way to the restroom, as I retreated to the sanctity of my office. When she came out, she casually stepped into my office.
I again quickly apologized for my lewd behavior.
“That’s okay,” Rachel replied. “You intrigue me.”
“You intrigue me as well,” I replied.
“What about me intrigues you?” Rachel asked.
“All of you,” I answered.
Rachel chuckled and said, “Well, we’ll have to figure out what intrigues you the most, someday.”
She proffered a wink and quickly left my office.
I snuck back to the kitchen and watched as Rachel sauntered back to her chaise lounge and onto her stomach beside Sandi.
I called in a pizza order and then called Sandi on her cell phone to tell her that I had called in a pizza order, but that she would have to go pick up the order because the delivery time for drivers was two hours.
“Really?” Sandi replied, sounding a bit agitated that she would have to go get the pizza. I could see her and Rachel chatting and then, after a few seconds, Sandi made her way to the house. I quickly retreated to my study.
She stuck her head in the study and said she was on her way to get the pizza.
“Is Rachel going with you?” I asked.
“No,” Sandi replied.
“Put some shorts on,” I told Sandi.
She rolled her eyes and said, “Fine.”
As soon as the front door shut, I locked it and then headed to the kitchen.
I opened the door to the pool and patio and stepped out. Rachel looked in my direction and smiled.
“You didn’t want to go with her?” I asked.
“No,” Rachel replied, sitting up without putting on her bikini top. Holy moly. Her nipples stood erect and hardened on top of her luscious 36D-cup breasts.
“Come and swim,” Rachel prodded.
I laughed.
“We don’t have enough time for a swim,” I replied.
“So, what do you suggest?” Rachel countered.
“Meet me in my office,” I countered, slipping back into the house.
I quickly retreated to my office and within a very few seconds, a topless Rachel was standing in the doorway.
“Nice,” I replied, slipping out of my polo shirt.
Rachel stepped over to where I was seated behind my desk. She placed her hands on my desk and asked, “What can I do for you?”
I stuck my hand onto my jeans and grabbed my rapidly expanding tool as Rachel’s eyes darted down to my crotch.
Rachel took up a seat on my desk, her long legs hanging from off the desk.
“Show me what you’ve got there,” Rachel whispered as she peered down at the bulge in the crotch of my blue jeans.
I unzipped my jeans and unfastened the snap, peeling them and my bikini briefs downward, my man-tool coming into full view.
Rachel smiled and said, “Very intriguing.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” I said in return.
Rachel stood up and pulled on the side strings to her bikini bottoms, allowing her bikini bottoms to fall from her gorgeous body. She didn’t have a stitch of pubic hair and her pussy was already showing signs of engorgement and moistness. She slipped a lone finger into her pussy and as she moved her finger back and forth, she said, “Do you think you can accommodate me?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” I replied, kicking off my shoes and slipping out of my jeans.
Foreplay was not needed. Rachel was more than ready. She turned her back and placed her hands on my desk, hiking her sweet little ass up in the air. Her tight little starfish was visible as was her very moist pussy. I spread her butt cheeks and rubbed my cock up against her asshole.
“No,” she said, “The other one works better.”
So I slipped my eight-inch man-tool into her pussy. She was a tight fit at first, but then suddenly she flooded me and my office with a torrid spray of feminine juices, unlike anything I had ever experienced. She leaned forward, and reaching across the desk, exclaimed, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I was happy to oblige and oblige I did.
It didn’t take much for me to unload.
I had no sooner asked if she was on birth control and for her to say “yes”, then, I made the decision to unload inside of her. She let out a primal guttural moan unlike anything I had ever heard before as her whole body shook and trembled. She collapsed forward on the desk, moaning and shaking.
It was a very quick fuck because as soon as we heard the front door opening and slamming shut, Rachel bolted for the bathroom. I quickly slipped back into my blue jeans and my polo short and headed for the kitchen area, where Sandi was putting down the pizza boxes. She peered out the kitchenette window and asked where Rachel was.
“I have no idea,” I replied, trying to act innocent. Sandi looked at me and then back out at the pool.
“Rachel!” Sandi called out.
“I’m in the potty,” Rachel yelled back from behind the bathroom door.
Sandi probably suspected something, but she didn’t say a word. A few minutes later and Rachel emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her waist.
“Since when did you become so modest?” Sandi asked as Rachel stepped into the kitchen.
“I’m always modest,” Rachel replied, before saying “Pizza!”
Sandi didn’t say anything in front of Rachel, but once Sandi and I had some alone time, she asked if anything had happened between Rachel and myself. I reassured her that nothing had happened. Sandi said she didn’t believe me. I told her she needed to learn to trust me.
Sandi folded her arms in front of herself and said, “You know,” for a stepfather, “You are so fucking intriguing.”
I didn’t like to hear Sandi curse and immediately corrected her.
“Okay,” Sandi replied, “You’re still intriguing.”
