I survived Thursday only because Jenna had school and then went straight to a part-time job at a local bookstore. She came home weary, and I gave her a foot massage for all her hard work before leading her to the bathroom. I had prepared a deep, hot bath with a thick layer of bubbles for her. She lay back with a contented smile. I topped up the water for the next hour, served her hot dogs with onion and mustard, three glasses of wine, and five Belgian chocolates.
She emerged two hours later, cleansed and relaxed, to find me lying on my marital bed, naked and nursing an aching erection. We lay together, discussing our day like lovers, reaching out to touch and caress. As we moved closer, I told Jenna to lie on her front. I started with a kiss on the back of her neck and worked down her spine, a kiss here, a trail of a wet tongue there. At her ass I paused, cupping and massaging her pert cheeks, before working down her thighs and calves to her feet.
Jenna whispered something I didn’t catch as I moved slowly up her legs, marvelling at the smooth, flawless skin. Back at her ass, my hand parted her thighs, and I found her pussy wet and aroused. As I touched her, Jenna shivered and said, “Daddy, please…”
“Not yet.” I wanted her so badly. I needed my cock inside that precious, teenage sex. But I had planned this to be special. Not a wanton fuck.
My fingers opened her as I kissed my way along her spine to her neck. Jenna pushed up onto her forearms, turning to kiss me. Our tongues twined as she rolled over, my hand losing its place. Jenna’s legs scissored around my leg and I braced my thigh into her pussy. She rubbed against me, hands on my back as I cupped her ass. We continued to kiss, her breathing broken and desperate as her passion rose.
“Daddy, please…”
“Not yet.”
I got a hand onto her open pussy, and found her clit.
“Aah!”
Jenna bit my shoulder, grinding against me. I pushed her onto her back, my cock leaking pre-come onto her thigh. A hard nipple filled my mouth. She pressed her pussy into my hand.
“Daddy! I’m coming!”
Jenna bucked and writhed. I held her down until the orgasm washed through her. Her eyes were unfocused, hands pulling at me as I kissed her ribs and navel.
“Daddy, I need you.”
“Not yet.”
“Oh, God..”
My tongue on her clit. My fingers in her pussy. Her body moved like the ocean, all long, rolling waves. Jenna sobbed as her hips rose from the bed.
“Please!”
A second orgasm crashed through her body. An electric storm that flushed her skin red from breasts to face, and left her panting and sweating on the bed. I took a pause, looking up at Jenna. Her eyes were closed, her fingers were tangled in her blonde hair, and her nipples were like stones.
I put my pursed lips to her clit and sucked.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
My tongue pressed onto the tip of her bud. She came again, this time with a rush of hot liquid that spilled from her pussy, as she bounced and bucked and screamed.
Jenna’s hands clawed at me.
“Daddy, please, now!”
Between her legs, her knees alongside my chest, my cock nuzzling and entering her. Sweet heat engulfed me. Her pussy became my world. Slick flesh resisted me at the same time it welcomed me. I kissed Jenna’s neck as my cock buried into her.
Slowly, savouring her, wanting this never to end, but knowing it would. My body took the rhythm without me thinking. Jenna’s arms wrapped me tight. She babbled meaningless words. I felt the tingling heat in my cock and thrust deeper.
“Jenna, oh, God.”
I pulled my cock out and exploded across her thighs, body wracked by the intensity of my orgasm. When I fell onto her, my come slithered between us. We kissed and clawed, rolling so Jenna was on top. Our eyes met. She smiled.
“Daddy, I love you.”
I kissed her. “Jenna,” I said softly. “I love you, adore you, and never want to let you go.”
***
I woke on Friday morning to a tongue on my cock. Jenna, leaning over me, her hair draped onto my stomach and caressing my skin. She lapped around my crown, using lips and tongue to take me in as one hand cupped my balls and the other stroked her pussy.
In her mouth, held and sucked, her head moving up and down. I placed my hands on her, guiding the tempo, easing my cock deeper. Jenna moaned around me. I could see her fingers rubbing hard at her pussy. Her mouth released me, my hard cock slapping wetly onto my abdomen.
Jenna was ready. She straddled me, guiding my cock into her. I was waking up properly now, taking hold of her waist. Jenna looked at me as she sank onto my shaft.
“Bend your knees.”
I did as told, cock buried in her now, her ass cheeks settling on my thighs, her feet hooking behind them for purchase.
“I want to do this,” Jenna said between breaths. “You just lie there and enjoy it.”
My hands drifted to her legs. Jenna leant forward, hands on my chest. Her hips moved, drawing my cock out before she eased down again.
We both sighed. I saw Jenna smile before a curtain of blonde hair fell between us. I should have known.
Jenna’s hips moved smoothly, riding my cock, her feet and ankles anchoring her. My fingers sank into the smooth flesh of her thighs. She was panting hard now, taking my cock deep as she rode me.
“Jenna, I’m ready!”
She released a wordless grunt. Our flesh slapped together. I braced myself to lift her off, already beginning to strain as come filled the base of my cock and rose like a super hot geyser.
“Jenna! Now!”
She used the feet hooked under my thighs to hold me in place. My hands pulled her hips, desperate to withdraw my cock.
“Jenna, what are you doing?”
“I want you inside me!”
“Oh. God, no…”
Jenna felt me stretch inside her, holding on until my body could take no more, and I snapped. I came inside my stepdaughter, a hot bloom of liquid that bathed her cunt and wrapped around my cock.
Jenna threw her head back, screaming with release as the fire grew. I flooded her, pumping into her as she ground into my pelvis. Now she fell forward, embracing me, kissing my chest as the last pulse of come rode up my cock. We both felt it as a bulge that made Jenna shiver and me groan.
The tumult subsided. Jenna sighed happily as I lay staring at the ceiling. I had come inside her; this wasn’t right. It was all kinds of wrong. As my cock softened, and slid out of her, I pushed Jenna off me. I slid from the bed, my legs weak, and stumbled to the bathroom.
“Daddy? What’s wrong?”
Jenna’s question followed me as I locked the door to keep her out. I collapsed to the floor—the full horror of what was happening hitting me. I’d got caught up in the sex and the idea of revenge. Jenna is my stepdaughter, not a sex toy.
I closed my eyes. It was so wrong, and yet so right. Yesterday, we had made love, and I had professed my love to her. Today? Today, I had my eyes opened. I had a shower to wash away the evidence of our sex. Dried, I returned to the bedroom. A naked Jenna was waiting, tears on her face.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. I know…”
I put a hand up to stop her. “We talked about this, Jenna. This was my red line. You crossed it. Go to your room. You have school today. Get dressed and have breakfast. Later, I will message Grandma and Grandpa to see if they can take you out for the day tomorrow.”
“No.” Jenna stood and came to me. “I want to spend Saturday with you. I want us to walk around the house naked all day. Dad, please?”
“It’s over, Jenna.” I put my hands on her upper arms and eased her back. “I was stupid to get involved. It’s not your fault.”
“Please?”
I shook my head, barely able to meet her eyes.
“Go to your room.”
I didn’t look at her as she stumbled away, her heart broken. I sat on the bed, head in hands. It all came back to Beth and her ‘punish us’ comment. I should have walked away right then.
We had breakfast in silence, and Jenna left for school without a word. On my own at home, I struggled to concentrate. I couldn’t write, and I couldn’t edit. I messaged Christa and received a bunch of photos of her and the girls in Vegas. I messaged the in-laws and had a terse reply that they would take Jenna out.
The day dragged by. I sat and thought about Jenna; her ass, her pussy, the way she sucked cock. We have a treadmill at home, and I ran five miles just to burn energy.
I ate dinner alone in the evening while Jenna took her meal to her room. When I went to bed, I thought I could hear her crying. I stood outside her door and fought the need to go to her.
I dreamt of Jenna and woke in the middle of the night to a raging hard-on that was a hair trigger from ejaculating. I had a cold shower at three in the morning, and couldn’t get back to sleep.
The in-laws picked Jenna up at ten. Jenna wore a plaid print flat-pocket shirt over a black T-shirt, high-rise bootcut jeans, and ankle boots. She had tied her hair back and done subtle makeup that made her look gorgeous. The in-laws oohed about how grown-up and beautiful she looked and promised to get her back by seven.
They barely acknowledged me. I was still the gold-digger. The usual question was ‘When are you getting a proper job?’. Neither Christa nor I could persuade them that writing is a proper job. They took Jenna for the day and left a hole in my heart.
Saturday was Friday on rinse-and-repeat. I ran on the treadmill. I did some cleaning. I tried to get Jenna out of my head, but couldn’t. I pictured my hand releasing the waistband of her jeans and slipping into her panties. I imagined her lying back, pussy exposed, ready for a fucking.
I ran again to burn more energy. I made lunch and stared out the window as I ate it, trying to imagine life in the house if Jenna and I couldn’t be lovers. It would be hell to see her around the place and not be able to touch her, kiss her, or fuck her. Standing there, in the silence of an empty house, I came to my senses.
Jenna got dropped off just before seven. I let her in as her grandparents waved goodbye and drove away.
“Good day?” I asked.
“Yep.” She started upstairs, not making eye contact.
“Jenna?”
She stopped. She didn’t turn around. “What?”
“Can you come into the living room, please?”
“No.”
“Jenna!”
She hesitated, hearing the growing anger in my voice.
“No, I’m going to my bedroom.”
She started up again. I saw my plan fall apart and felt a rush of heat in my chest.
“Jenna!” I barked her name, and she froze. I added in a slightly calmer voice, “Go into the living room, now.”
She turned and came down the stairs. As Jenna entered the living room, she looked at the floor, not at me. I followed, close enough to grasp a handful of her shirt between her shoulder blades and steer Jenna across the room. We have hardwood floors, and I had placed a cushion on the floor earlier in the day. I wanted Jenna to kneel here. But first, I wanted that sweet ass exposed. Jenna had betrayed me and had to be punished.
I reached around her, loosening her button and zip. Jenna didn’t resist as I pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles. I told her to kneel on the cushion lying in front of the sofa. Jenna hesitated for a moment,
“Daddy?”
I put my hand on her shoulder with enough pressure to ease her down. “Do as you’re told.”
She trembled as she knelt, her eyes spotting the wooden spoon I had brought from the kitchen in readiness.
“Rest forward,” I said, easing her down so she rested, arms crossed and face down, on the sofa.
I rolled her shirt up away from her naked ass and put one hand on her back.
“You know why we’re here?”
“Yes. I was a bad girl. I made you come inside me,” Jenna’s voice was muffled by her arms as she buried her face in them.
“And what happens to bad girls?”
“Bad girls get punished.”
I lifted the wooden spoon as I edged back to give myself room to swing. Jenna’s ass looked so sweet. Good enough to kiss. Instead, I swung hard.
Slap!
Jenna whimpered into her arms. Her ass cheeks tightened, and I hit her again.
Slap!
“You’ve been a bad girl, Jenna.”
Slap!
“You betrayed my trust.”
Slap!
I heard her cry.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Jenna’s ass cheeks were starting to glow, a shade of pink that was edging towards red. She was sobbing now. I took a breath; spanking was harder work than it looked.
“Just a few more to ensure you’ve learned your lesson.”
Slap! Slap! On the left cheek.
Slap! Slap! On the right cheek.
I dropped the spoon and leaned in close. Some of Jenna’s hair had come loose from its tie and had stuck to her tear-stained face. I pulled it clear and gave her a gentle kiss.
“Do you want me to kiss it better?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I moved around to her ass. Kissed each cheek and then caressed them with hands and tongue, letting my fingers trail down the back of her thighs. As my hand rose back up I eased her legs apart and cupped the warmth of her pussy. Jenna sighed. My fingers parted her lips and discovered a sex wet with desire. I slipped two fingers inside her, listening to Jenna gasp. My cock had been hard from the moment I pulled her jeans down and now my balls were starting to ache.
I abandoned Jenna’s cunt, pulling her jeans and panties off to get better access. Her knees parted, and I saw her open sex waiting for me. It took all my control to wait long enough to strip naked and kneel behind her.
“Jenna?” I held my cock at her entrance, teasing her with my crown as I slid it through the wet folds of her lips.
“Yes, Daddy?” Her voice shook with need.
“I had to punish you because you were a bad girl. But you’ve been a good girl, too. You taught me something special.”
My cock entered her, stretching Jenna as her back arched to take me. Deep in her I paused, feeling her heat and strength as her pussy held me.
“Jenna?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Do you know what you taught me?” I grasped her waist and pulled her onto me, thrusting my cock as far as it would go into her.
“No.” Head back, Jenna cried out as she tried to take me deeper.
“You taught me,” I said, slowly withdrawing, my breathing ragged with need. “You taught me what an incredible feeling it was to come inside you.”
I was losing all sense of space and time. I was thrusting hard now, fucking Jenna as she pushed her hips to meet me. We were there, together, on the edge. Jenna screamed as my cock grew inside her. I fought the need to come, held it as long as I could with my nails digging into her hips.
We came together, a dazzling jolt of searing come filled Jenna as I clawed at her, holding her in place. She bucked on me, cunt accepting my cock and seed, shouting “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” until we collapsed together in a tangle of sweating limbs.
We stayed like that for what seemed like an age until I disentangled myself from her. I gathered Jenna in my arms and placed her on the sofa. I lay next to her, slipping my arms around my beautiful stepdaughter.
“You know I had to punish you,” I said.
Jenna nodded, and I kissed the tears still damp on her face.
“Jenna, you showed me yesterday that sometimes red lines are there to be crossed. When I came inside you, it was like I had become a new man. I thought that was so wrong. That’s why I have been so angry these past two days. I thought the passion and love I had for you at that moment was bad, when in truth, it was so, so good.”
Jenna kissed me. “I know, Daddy. I felt it too.”
“Can you forgive me?” I breathed into our next kiss.
“Yes.”
“I will come inside you whenever you want me to,” I promised.
She smiled. “It won’t be every time. You can still come on my face, and my ass, or anywhere else you want, but when I need that special something, I know you will be there for me.”
“Always,” I said, and her smile matched mine.