Michael. The son he’d never had. I’d been alone with Christy behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

not that Christy cared about how I was feeling. Strike that. She very much cared, she simply didn’t have any intention of respecting how I was feeling. To that end, she parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

“Christy,” I groaned, prying her face off mine. “We need to-- mmph!”

She’d cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again. “I’m serious. We nee-- mmph!”

Again, she cut me off.

So I pried her off again. “Christy, seriously. Last night ... oh holy crap ... Mmph!”

I’d been wearing comfortable Adidas track pants, nothing fancy, with a super-stretchy waistband. So it had been easy for Christy’s hand to slip down and grab hold of my cock, which she started squeezing and stroking while she once again sealed her mouth on top of mine.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back across her bed while Christy and I made out with a fury. Every time I tried to break the kiss, her hand tightened a little more around my rapidly-elongating shaft. Every time I tried to say something, she kissed me a little harder and what little mental processing capacity I had available for verbal communication got reassigned to sexual stimulation.

Perhaps two minutes later, Christy finally broke for air, slid down the bed, and pulled my track pants and underwear with her. “Keep it down,” she hissed. “Unless you want my dad to come find us with your dick in my mouth.”

I kept quiet. My dick was already in her mouth.

Five minutes later, I sat up against Christy’s headboard, breathing hard while she snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

“Mmm ... tasty...” she giggled.

But once I caught my breath, Ilooked down at her and breathed in deeply, all the guilt and mental anguish returning to my beleaguered (but no longer distracted) brain. “We need to talk.”

“I’m done talking to you about this,” she said wearily, with a look that suggested she’d rather do anything than have another ‘talk’. “I really do love you, but I hate going in circles about the same fucking thing. I’m not your little sister! Bleep, I’m a month older than you! Get this in your head: We’re not related! I understand that we grew up together, and that you have a mental conflict about sexualizing me. But I really don’t think you’d have this problem if I was 5’10” with Sam’s boobs. When I complain about you not fantasizing about me because I’m a little shorty compared to everyone else, there’s more than a kernel of truth there.”

I breathed in deeply. “It’s not that you’re a shorty, although I’ll grant that if you were 5’10” I might be a little less protective of you. I just ... I can’t...” I trailed off.

Bleep her. I was getting bolder stepping closer to her, so close. As I was walking my sports wear are slipping down to my ankles.

I was half naked, she was half naked. Her ass almost touching me. I was stroking my dick, faster and faster. How I’d love to Bleep her pussy, her ass. Just ram my hardness inside her. Hold her by the hips, take her doggy style. No mercy! This petite beautiful body! My other hand was running down my shaft, between my shaved balls. Kept going on my shaft until I reach my asshole. I was resting my finger near it. Half on my shaft, half on my asshole and push against it. Making light circles. Double the pleasure! I was so close to cumming. Precum all over my tip. I was too caught up in my lust, too late to notice that she was adjusting to lie on her back. She was almost touched me! Phew! Her face and upper body perfectly hidden behind her blanket. Hey toy was in her as ass now.

As she was lying on her back I can see her beautiful flat belly. She was stroking her clit, up and down, sideways, circling. Faster and faster. She started arching her back a little. She was pulling on her toy. Her asshole was spreading, getting bigger. Eventually the toy was out. Her asshole gaping. I can hear a suppressed moan by her. She was inserting two fingers into her pussy, her other hand kept stroking her clit. Faster, faster, faster!

Her back was arching further up. She was spreading her pussy, started twitching, contracting. I was hearing another suppressed moan from her. She was cumming. I was so close to her. As she was climaxing, to my surprise, a tiny squirt splashes out of her pussy! A few drops land on my hand, my thigh, my dick. That was it! It was pushing me over the line! I was cumming like crazy in my hand, just managing to contain my cum without cumming all over her. I was breathing heavily. She must hear it. She must know I’ve watched. She was slowly closing her legs, pressing her thighs together. Show was over.

I was backing off, walking funny with my pants at my ankles. Straight to the bathroom. Cleaning myself up. She must hear it all. How obvious I was! Stopped my steps right in front of her room. And as soon as the show was over I walked away. Does it matter? I think we’re past that stage. We both know that we’re playing games and that this will be over soon. Bimbo has contrary to my fear stepped up her game. I was going to do the same. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Some time has passed. Dora was away for work as usual. I have been fantasizing about Bimbo ever since I watched her masturbate. I am undeniably obsessed with her. Some nights I can’t sleep properly. I keep thinking about her, her stunning beauty. How she was making such an effort to seduce me. My desire for her was growing. I can’t hold back much longer. I was really hopeless around her. My longing for her was so strong, that I can’t resist but to up my game as well.

I was not the innocent stepfather who was being seduced by her. I know the reality. I was letting this happen. Because I like it. I love it! The pleasure was so intense, so heavenly! And she knows that I was letting it happen.

Maybe now that Bimbo was aware that this living situation may end soon she was lost interest in her games.

It was bedtime. I was sighing and making my way upstairs to my room. I have to walk past Bimbo was room and I was noticing something unusual. Light was shining out of it. The door was open! Normally it was closed. I was walking closer to the open door, peeking inside the room, from an angle, just seeing a small part of the room. Bimbo was bed was right next to the entry. I was startled by what I was seeing. I was stopping mid-step. I can see Bimbo was lower body. Her upper body was covered by a blanket. The blanket was piling up, hiding her face. You guessed it! She was naked. She was lying there on her bed just right next to the door right in front of me. So close! Right on the edge of the bed. No panties. Fetal position on her side. Her beautiful feet.
French style pedicure! I was wandering with my eyes up her legs to her thighs. To her beautifully exposed pussy. I can see her outer lips, her inner lips. Her petite perky butt cheeks and asshole. Hairless. In plain sight. The room was well lit. What a view! As soon as my steps stop as if that was a cue for the show to start two of her fingertips appear between her thighs. Now they’re on her clit. Sliding down the center of her pussy. Gently pushing against her inner lips. Moving to the outer lips. I can’t believe what I was seeing! She was spreading her pussy now! A pink butterfly. So hot! Yes baby, open up! Open up for me! My heart was pounding. My dick was getting hard. She started running her fingers up and down her clit dipping them into her pussy. She was getting wetter by the minute. I can hear the sound of her wet pussy lips being massaged by her fingers.

Circles on her clit! Now both fingers are inside! Moving in and out a little faster and faster. Her outer lips are bulging! I was losing my mind. My dick was hard as a rock tenting my sports wear. I was slowly daring to peek into the room a bit further. Can’t see her face! Hidden behind her blanket. Good! I was sliding my hand inside my sports wear and start stroking my dick. I can’t help myself. As if this show wasn’t already blissful enough her second hand made an appearance. From the back. Sliding her fingers down her butt crack, pushing against her asshole. Incredible! Circling her asshole sliding up and down her hole. Dipping into her wet pussy. Smearing her wetness all over her butthole. Now the tip of a finger was disappearing inside her anus. I was ever so softly moaning, stroking my dick faster.

She was adjusting her position slowly to doggy style. Still masturbating her pussy. She was pulling out from under the blanket a intimacy gadget. Those pink ones with the long thin handle and a pear-shaped bulging end. A lovense toy. She was pushing the pear shaped end into her pussy, slowly, until it disappeared and just the thin long flexible handle was sticking out. I can hear the vibrations from the toy.

She was pulling on it, making her pussy bulge as the pear shaped end was half-out. She pushed it back in and kept going. In and out, in an out. The other hand playing with her asshole fingering it. I was so Hot! I want to be inside her push my dick in. Bleep her. I was getting bolder stepping closer to her, so close. As I was walking my sports wear are slipping down to my ankles.

'I can see that I’ve been wrong all these while, for I’m seriously enjoying your company.’

‘Well, I’m enjoying your company too.’

They talked into the late night. I yawned and stood up from my seat. A movie was still playing on one of the channels, but I felt I had had enough.

‘I want to retire now,’ I announced.

She briefly clouded her face. ‘Oh, oh. I thought you’re enjoying my company.’

‘Yes, I am. But I feel like lying down.’ I stared into her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, we can continue the conversation in there.’

Again, she clouded her face briefly, and then shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He switched off the television and We moved to my bedroom. I switched on the air-conditioning system in the room.

‘I always want it at its coolest,’ I said. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

Again she shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He was already in my pajamas, so I simply lay on the bed. She climbed the bed too and moved close to the wall.

‘Yeah, I feel relaxed like this.’ I turned to look at her. ‘So, what do you do in your spare time?’

She grinned. ‘I love to listen to music.’

‘What kind of music?’

‘Any good music – soul, blues, Nigerian music, hip hop, and so on.’

‘Ah, just as I thought.’

‘You listen to music too?’

‘Yes, once in a while. But I belong to the old school.’

‘You should listen to modern hip hop. We’ll be good for you.’

‘Hmn. Maybe, I’ll try to.’ I closed my eyes.

‘Are you already sleeping?’

‘No.’

‘But you close your eyes.’

He opened them. ‘Maybe, I’m just thinking.’

‘Thinking of what?’

He shook my head. ‘Don’t worry. It’s nothing important.’

‘Tell me,’ she said.

He sighed. ‘Okay, if you must know, I was thinking about a very interesting lady I was having conversation with.’

‘Who was that lady, and what were you thinking about her?’

‘Her name is Lizzy.’ I closed my eyes again.
‘Lizzy? What were you thinking about her?’

‘Nothing.’

She playfully threw her pillow at me. ‘Come on, you can’t be thinking of nothing.’

‘Says who?’

‘Says Lizzy.’

‘By the way, the Lizzy in question lives in Jos.’

She stared at me. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

She nodded. ‘Good. I’ll tell my sister you’re having an affair.’

He looked at her with a smile. ‘With who?’

‘With …with Lizzy of course.’

‘Who’s Lizzy?’

She picked the pillow again and playfully hit me on the chest. ‘You will explain the Lizzy to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Precious’s car parking in the driveway.

Of course, I needn’t have worried that much. The front door was locked and Precious would never just barge in unannounced. Even if she came early, we’d have plenty of time to get my dick back into my boxer shorts and make myself presentable while Christy headed downstairs to let her best friend into the house. But there was just something so ... wrong ... about what we were doing that even the slightest percentage chance of discovery was enough to send me into paralyzing panic attacks.

I shouldn’t have this fear. I’d never before FELT this kind of fear because I’d never before had anything to HIDE. All my life, the girls had teased me and messed around with me and the worst thing anybody could catch me doing was masturbating within the safety of my big, empty house. Big deal.

But now? now I was in Christy’s room getting a fucking Mouth Gig from the literal girl-next-door I’d grown up with all my life ... and none of her so-called best friends even knew about it!!!

Yes, we were hiding our blowjobs from the Pretty-Young-Things.

I couldn’t believe we were hiding our blowjobs from the Pretty-Young-Things.

Shit, I still couldn’t believe I was even GETTING blowjobs.

And I REALLY couldn’t believe I was getting blowjobs from Christy.

I’d been getting a lot of blowjobs from Christy, actually. For someone who hadn’t even toUchechid a penis for her entire life up until a couple of weeks ago, she was certainly making up for lost time.

I’d wEmman up that Sunday morning after the Halloween party slightly hungover but with perfect memory of everything that had transpired. that’s when the guilt came in, the mental angst of letting the little girl I’d grown up with commit such a debaUchechid, depraved act making me feel lower than a horse turd. and her declaration of love at the end? What was that about?

I hadn’t been able to sleep in as I usually did on Sunday mornings, so I’d remained awake in bed for over an hour, agonizing over the previous night’s activities until I finally got up and started my morning routine. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to start making breakfast for myself.

Mother was used to getting up before me and then either making brunch or driving us out to a restaurant. She was surprised to find me up and about before her, but she accepted my offer to make her breakfast as well. We made small talk during the meal and I doubt she had any clue what kind of mental turmoil I was in. She simply didn’t know me well enough to form a baseline for comparison. In the end, she started reading the business section of the newspaper while I returned to my room to change clothes and get ready for the day.

I’d waited until noon before walking over to Christy’s house. Her dad let me in and gave me a warm hug hello. I almost couldn’t hug him back, wracked with guilt for letting down this kind-hearted man who had been more of a parent to me than either of my biological gene-donors. How could I face him knowing I’d defiled his only child in such a degenerate manner? But Christy was super-happy to see me, and if she recognized the mental turmoil I was in, she didn’t let on. She simply turned and hopped up the stairs, leading the way into her bedroom while I followed, and closed the door behind me.

I knew Mr. Obi wouldn’t come to check on us. If any other boy had been alone in the room with Christy, you’d better believe the door would’ve had to remain open, but this was me. Michael. The son he’d never had. I’d been alone with Christy behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

I turned to my sister-in-law. ‘You should be able to prepare something, shouldn’t you?’
Lizzy smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’

‘Your Excellency?’ I smiled broadly. ‘I pray I will rise to that level. As for food, anything you prepare will be okay.’

She grinned and went to the kitchen. She remembered my favorite food was fried rice and chicken. There was chicken in the pot of stew, so all she had to do was prepare the fried. Just like Fransisca, her sister, she was good in culinary skills. About forty minutes later, she served me a steaming meal of fried rice and chicken.

‘Wow! It smells delicious,’ I said. ‘I hope the taste will be very good too.’

Lizzy smiled. ‘Well, as people say, the taste of the pudding is in its eating. Take a bite and decide if it’s delicious or not.’

I lifted a spoonful to my mouth and munched for a couple of seconds. ‘Wow, this is really delicious! Where did you learn to cook like this?’

‘I guess it comes naturally,’ she replied as she sat across me on the table and served herself.

We ate in silence for a while.

‘You’ve not told me about your experience at the camp,’ I pointed out.

She swallowed what she was chewing. ‘Uncle, it’s not so good o. The food is not appetizing at all.’

I grinned. I was not surprised to hear that.
‘Well, apart from food, what about friendship? Have you been able to make new friends there?’

She nodded. ‘Sure.’

‘Some corpers meet our future partners in the camp and during the NYSC, you know?’ I said.

‘Yes, I know.’ Then, she looked at me curiously. ‘I hope you’re not thinking I’m out for a future partner, now, uncle.’

I shrugged. ‘Why not?’

‘I’m just twenty-one.’

‘It doesn’t mean the wedding must be right now. But the future partner can be got there.’

She shrugged too. ‘You’re right, anyway.’
After the meal, she took the plates to the kitchen and washed them before she returned to the sitting-room.

‘Uncle, this your job, how exciting is it?’ she wanted to know.

I grinned. ‘It is as exciting as taking a vacation on the Caribbean island.’

‘Wow! That means it must really be exciting.’

‘You can say that again.’

‘But, it’s risky, isn’t it?’

I clouded my face. ‘Risky? How d’you mean?’
She shook her head. ‘I’ve never really fancied journalism. Despite the opportunities it avails, I think it’s still one of the riskiest jobs in the world.’

‘You’re quite right,’ I agreed. ‘But, there is also the good side. Such as the one I have now.’

‘Well it has paid off for you. There are numerous others that are still struggling and are still exposed to great risks. I will rather join the civil service than practice journalism.’

Lizzy had studied Sociology in the university and had maintained that she would like to work as Social welfare officer on in the Ministry where her course would be appreciated.

I nodded. ‘There’s nothing bad in your aspiration.’

‘Now that you’re connected,’ she prodded, ‘helping me to secure employment in a Ministry or government agency should not be s problem.’

I agreed. ‘Yes, it shouldn’t be a problem.’

‘I never knew you’re a good conversationalist like this,’ Lizzy observed. ‘I always thought you’re aloof. In fact, I used to think you were a snob.’

I laughed shortly. ‘You can’t be serious, Lizzy. Me, a snob? No, no, no.’

‘I can see that I’ve been wrong all these while, for I’m seriously enjoying your company.’

I was pushing my dick, slowly, barely noticeably a little further against her soft pussy. I was feeling her firm belly against my lower hand. I was resisting to caress it. I was ever so subtly brushing my wrist against her exposed nipple. Again and again. It felts like she was rocking her pussy and ass back and forth against my dick. We keep going, keep going. I was so close to cumming. So close to losing control.

The television series ended. I must end this too. I was pulling myself together and slide her off my lap, gently to the side. I was looking at the big wet stain on my track pants, my dick pushing against it making a tent. I was covering it up immediately with the blanket. A few moments pass. “Honey?” No reply. I was shaking her shoulder gently. She was opening her eyes a little. “Darling. The show was over. You have fallen asleep.”
“Sorry AY, I was so comfortable. It was so lovely cuddling with you. Thank you.” She was leaning over, giving me a hug. I was feeling her, enjoying the moment.
“Good night” she said.
“Good night” I reply.
She was getting up, standing in front of the sofa next to me. This time even closer than before. She was bending down, grabbing her sandals. Her nightdress slips up, revealing her pussy and asshole as she was bending down. Drenched in wetness all over, glistening. The thought that some of it was my precum excites me. I was leaning forward, careful not to make any noise. My face was so close, almost touching her. I was taking in her pussy was scent. It was beautiful. I want to be inside her. She takes her time fastening the ankle strap of her sandals while I was smelling her. Moments of bliss. I was in paradise. She was walking away, up the stairs back to her room. What a tease. What a seductress. The sexual tension! The ecstasy! My stepdaughter was driving me crazy!


TWO

My relationship with Dora was deteriorating. It was sad. She was spending a lot of time at work and was away for business regularly. When she comes home she was either working on her laptop, complaining about work or exhausted from working. It has affected our sex life too. It has been weeks since we did it. She was often not in the mood. She was kind enough not to refuse sex but I can felt that she was not interested. It was as if she was doing me a favour, getting the chore over with. Not feeling her desire for me turned me off. I have talked with Dora several times about this but it seems like we’re not able to come to a solution. Work was her priority.

I have become sexually frustrated. And having a ridiculously hot stepdaughter living with me being frequently alone with her makes this worse. I know I shouldn’t participate in her games but I can’t resist. It was another Thursday night. Dora was away. Bimbo was alone at home with me. Again I’ve decided to wear my thinnest sports wear. No undies. I was sitting on the sofa streaming a series on TELEVISION. Waiting. Anticipating Bimbo was appearance. What was she up to this time? I was already getting semi-hard just thinking about her.

Minutes pass. Nothing. Half-way through the aspect of story. Nothing. The show ended. I was disappointed. I was thinking about all the sexually charged encounters I had with Bimbo.

Suddenly I was feeling grateful. She was so out of my league. Way too young and hot. I should just be thankful for what I had with her so far. She was aware of my issues with Dora. I know she is. Dora has told me that she was had a conversation with Bimbo. She wants to manage Bimbo was expectations. Condition her that our relationship may be over soon. That soon they may have to move out. A sense of relief was coming over me.

Somehow it was good that this was ending. The whole thing with Bimbo had been wrong from the beginning. Our relationship was way too sexually charged. It was not appropriate. Maybe now that Bimbo was aware that this living situation may end soon she was lost interest in her games.

I was pushing my dick, slowly, barely noticeably a little further against her soft pussy. I was feeling her firm belly against my lower hand. I was resisting to caress it. I was ever so subtly brushing my wrist against her exposed nipple. Again and again. It felts like she was rocking her pussy and ass back and forth against my dick. We keep going, keep going. I was so close to cumming. So close to losing control.

The television series ended. I must end this too. I was pulling myself together and slide her off my lap, gently to the side. I was looking at the big wet stain on my track pants, my dick pushing against it making a tent. I was covering it up immediately with the blanket. A few moments pass. “Honey?” No reply. I was shaking her shoulder gently. She was opening her eyes a little. “Darling. The show was over. You have fallen asleep.”
“Sorry AY, I was so comfortable. It was so lovely cuddling with you. Thank you.” She was leaning over, giving me a hug. I was feeling her, enjoying the moment.
“Good night” she said.
“Good night” I reply.
She was getting up, standing in front of the sofa next to me. This time even closer than before. She was bending down, grabbing her sandals. Her nightdress slips up, revealing her pussy and asshole as she was bending down. Drenched in wetness all over, glistening. The thought that some of it was my precum excites me. I was leaning forward, careful not to make any noise. My face was so close, almost touching her. I was taking in her pussy was scent. It was beautiful. I want to be inside her. She takes her time fastening the ankle strap of her sandals while I was smelling her. Moments of bliss. I was in paradise. She was walking away, up the stairs back to her room. What a tease. What a seductress. The sexual tension! The ecstasy! My stepdaughter was driving me crazy!


TWO

My relationship with Dora was deteriorating. It was sad. She was spending a lot of time at work and was away for business regularly. When she comes home she was either working on her laptop, complaining about work or exhausted from working. It has affected our sex life too. It has been weeks since we did it. She was often not in the mood. She was kind enough not to refuse sex but I can felt that she was not interested. It was as if she was doing me a favour, getting the chore over with. Not feeling her desire for me turned me off. I have talked with Dora several times about this but it seems like we’re not able to come to a solution. Work was her priority.

I have become sexually frustrated. And having a ridiculously hot stepdaughter living with me being frequently alone with her makes this worse. I know I shouldn’t participate in her games but I can’t resist. It was another Thursday night. Dora was away. Bimbo was alone at home with me. Again I’ve decided to wear my thinnest sports wear. No undies. I was sitting on the sofa streaming a series on TELEVISION. Waiting. Anticipating Bimbo was appearance. What was she up to this time? I was already getting semi-hard just thinking about her.

Minutes pass. Nothing. Half-way through the aspect of story. Nothing. The show ended. I was disappointed. I was thinking about all the sexually charged encounters I had with Bimbo.

Suddenly I was feeling grateful. She was so out of my league. Way too young and hot. I should just be thankful for what I had with her so far. She was aware of my issues with Dora. I know she is. Dora has told me that she was had a conversation with Bimbo. She wants to manage Bimbo was expectations. Condition her that our relationship may be over soon. That soon they may have to move out. A sense of relief was coming over me.

Somehow it was good that this was ending. The whole thing with Bimbo had been wrong from the beginning. Our relationship was way too sexually charged. It was not appropriate. Maybe now that Bimbo was aware that this living situation may end soon she was lost interest in her games.

It was bedtime. I was sighing and mak

On this, Omokri is on target

It will be an ERROR for Obi to do what he said he would do.

“Don’t mind us,” Precious intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

now Chidinma’s scandalized expression was directed at Precious. But I didn’t have time to think about them any further as Maryam literally vaulted herself over the couch’s backrest and into Anna’s vacated seat. She grabbed her left breast and shoved her nipple into my mouth before seizing my head with both hands. and in a raspy voice just bursting with sexual need, she growled, “I am not going home until you spray your cum all over ME.”

“Hey, Michael?” Christy called. “Can you help me zip this up?”

It was the Saturday before Halloween, and even if kids wouldn’t be trick-or-treating tonight, the members of the Pretty-Young-Things were all dressing up for a party. There would be alcohol involved, so rather than let the girls drive themselves individually, I was going to pick them all up in my minivan and refrain from drinking myself so I could drive them all back home at the end of the night.

Christy had come over to my house already dressed in her costume: Jane from Disney’s animated Tarzan. She had a yellow dress including the structured butt-bustle, white gloves, and a purple cravat with a white collar. A safari hat and yellow parasol completed the outfit, but the dress was super tight up the back (it wasn’t designed to accommodate her bigger-than-normal bustline), and she couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

I turned away from the mirror as Christy walked into the bathroom. She spun around and I took hold of the back of the dress, tugging it closed and hooking it together. Christy gasped a little, as the top was pretty tight, and I paused to ask, “You sure this is the right size?”

“It’s fine,” she replied with shallow breaths. “Girls are used to suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“You already know I think you’re gorgeous,Christy No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me.”

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Christy smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party.”

I shrugged. “Your funeral.” Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Christy held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I’d put her into a corset.




Chapter 5:

“Holy crap,Christy Precious’ll be here any minute!”

“Then shut up and let me finish!”

Suiting action to her words, Christy wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Precious’s car parking in the driveway.

“Of course darling!” Hearing these words coming out of her mouth, her beautiful young voice!

A moment later she was sitting on my lap. Leaning back into me. Her head resting on my shoulder. My arm around her, feeling her soft breasts pushing against it. She was sitting with her bare pussy right on my dick, throbbing flat against my belly.

Only separated by my thin sports wear. There was almost nothing in between my dick and her pussy. We’re sitting like this for a few moments. It doesn’t take long until she was asleep. Or pretending to. I was feeling my sports wear getting wet from her.

I was so aroused, I must be pumping out precum. The idea of my precum mixing with her pussy fluid through the thin sports wear arouses me even further. We’re fluid bonding.

A strange image. But I find it beautiful. I was feeling closer to her. A brief apprehension flashes through my mind. Precum. Some sperms in it. Can she get pregnant? I remember how Dora mentioned that Bimbo had a birth control implant.

One of those which last for several years. My concern dissipates immediately and makes way for a feeling of sexual bliss. I was smelling her hair, her fresh shampoo, her floral perfume. I was imagining how her scent enters my lungs, driving my hormones crazy, making me expel my pheromones, entering her body, in turn driving her into sexual overdrive.

Are we pheromone bonding? She was exhaling a bit louder than before. At the same time I was feeling her pussy rocking back and forth on my dick. So much pleasure with every motion! I was looking down but can’t see any movement under the blanket. was it just in my head?

What was this? There! I was looking down her beautiful cleavage. One nipple was visible.

A wave of adrenaline was washing through my body and I was involuntarily pumping the muscles on my hard dick. She must be feeling this on her pussy. I was so sexually charged. I was fantasizing about just slipping the shoulder straps of her nightdress off her shoulders.

I want to see her breasts. Her young, large breasts! Grab them with both hands, felt them, squeeze them. Listen to her moan. I want to pull my pants off, just slip my hardness inside her. All the way in!

Grab her by the waist and thrust, thrust, thrust! No holding back! In and out, deeper, deeper, harder, faster! Explode inside her, Bleep yeah!!! As I was fantasizing I was realizing I’ve unconsciously tightened my arm around her breasts.

They’re pushing against it. So perky! So full!
My other arm has unwillingly tightened as well against her belly, pushing her ass and pussy towards me.

I felt her butt cheeks wrap around my dick, my dick parting her wet pussy a little, just separated by the thin layer of my loose sports wear. It felts as if I was inside her. I was noticing that the wrist of my upper hand was brushing against her exposed nipple. I was feeling how hard it is.

My dick started contracting again from pleasure. It was so hard not to move my lower hand underneath her nightdress to felt her panty-less pussy, to rub her clit. It was so hard to resist! I was pushing my dick, slowly, barely noticeably a little further against her soft pussy. I was feeling her firm belly against my lower hand.

I watched as well, taking in Sam’s eager expression and the way her lips parted as if in anticipation of swallowing my load.

“How do you want me, Michael?” Uchechi asked in her alluring Aussie accent, eyes twinkling. Youwant to cum on my face? Or do you want me to swallow it? Or maybe ... hmm ... I’m thinking you’d love to bust your nut all over my big boobies, huh? Would you like to shower me with your sperm in front of all our friends? Can you imagine blowing a big load right into the valley of my supple, naked breasts? that’s a good idea, actually. Hang on a sec.”

My eyes went wide as Uchechi bent forward, grabbing hold of both her boobs to try squishing them around my cock. The upright rod actually got knocked out of the way at first, and Anna reached over to hold my mushroom head and keep it in place so Uchechi could finish wrapping her tits around my shaft. But once she had my throbbing rod enfolded in her titflesh, Uchechi flicked her eyes up to mine and hummed erotically as she began to hump her chest up and down.

“Holy crap,” I moaned. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Uchechi chuckled musically. “actually, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. Hope I live up to your expectations though. I’ve seen this in porn but never actually done it.”

I shook my head slowly. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried. Holy crap, Sam. Oh my goodness ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna...”

It didn’t take long. Primed as I was from the girls jacking me off for close to half an hour, plus the girls making out with me one after the other, plus occasionally sucking on Maryam’s, Sam’s, or Chidinma’s big boobs, I was ready to blow. Getting my first ever titfuck (and Sam’s first, too) was just icing on the cake. and as soon as I started visualizing my engorged cockhead spitting wads of creamy cum all over the busty blonde’s chest, I started doing just that.

“Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I groaned as my dick erupted. The first two shots actually fired hard enough to splatter onto Sam’s face, one just beneath her left eye and the second across her lips and chin. She hunched over a little more after that, so that the third shot impacted underneath her chin. The rest lost power and merely coated the upper slopes of her chest before all of the cumwads started trickling downward with the force of gravity, the ones on her face literally dripping down onto her spectacularly big boobs.

My hips bucked and shuddered, trying their best to keep fucking Sam’s cleavage all through my orgasm. But eventually I collapsed and went limp, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Uchechi pulled her tits off my dick and sat back on her heels, smirking in smug satisfaction. and then to her surprise and everyone else’s, Anna suddenly tackled her onto the floor, licking up cock cream from her best friend’s boobs before sealing her lips over Sam’s and feeding my sperm directly into the blonde’s mouth.

“Anna!” Chidinma exclaimed, scandalized.

“Omigawd!” Maryam squealed giddily.

“Holy crap that looks enthralling,” Christy moaned.

Uchechi and Anna froze mid-moan and mid-kiss. Clearly they had both been really into it, and I wondered (not for the first time) if the pair of them had ever made out with each other before. Given Anna’s self-professed virginity, I imagined this was the first time they had done so with someone’s sperm on their lips, although admittedly I couldn’t be sure. They sat up and glanced back at us, Anna blushing fiercely and covering her face with both hands in disbelief she’d lost control and done that.

“Don’t mind us,” Precious intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

I was getting up, gently pushing her off my lap and turning around quickly to hide my erection. I was so glad when I was closing the door of her room from the outside. I was going into the bathroom.

I am about to pull down my sports wear when I was noticing a dark, wet stain on the pants, across my lap. I was touching it with my finger, smelling it. I know this smell.

I know this felt. It was her wetness. I was smelling her wetness on my finger and all it takes are a few stralrightes to finally release myself. What a Thursday night! My step-daughter was driving me crazy!




Dora kept flying interstate for business. Frequently. Just a week later on Thursday I was again alone at home with Bimbo.

Having her sit on my lap just wearing her bikini, near nude was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about it. I was so aroused by the thought of spending time with Bimbo that I decided not to wear my undies today.

Just my loose sports wear, the thinnest I could find. It makes me felt a bit guilty to enable all this but my sexual excitement was soon pushing away my doubts.

I was sitting on my couch as usual, streaming the new series on TELEVISION. I can’t wait for Bimbo to come down the stairs. Where was she? I can’t believe I was so Hot! Finally there she is. I was hearing her steps coming down the stairs.

But it sounds different. I was looking over to her and she isn’t barefoot as usual. She was wearing sandals. I haven’t seen those before. Open toes with an ankle-strap at the back. She was wearing her nightdress as usual.

“Hey AY.” “Hey Bimbo.” “Can I join you again on the couch for a bit?”

“Sure darling.” She was standing in front of the couch, next to me.

Close to me. She was turning around, backside toward me and bending down to undo her sandals. Right there, less than an arm was length away! Her nightdress slips up. No panties! Her butt cheeks are parting as she was bending down revealing her pussy.

So close to me, I can barely stop myself from touching her with my fingers. I’d love to lick her! Her asshole, hairless and beautiful as always. I’d love to play with it! She was taking her time undoing both sandals.

My dick was getting hard, starting to throb. It was good that the sofa blanket was covering my lap. I love her so much!
How much effort and thought she was putting into creating all this sexual tension between us.

A goddess of seduction. I was feeling so grateful for this experience! If she only wasn’t my stepdaughter. Or does that make it even more exciting? Because it was forbidden? I was brushing away the thought.

She was putting the sandals to the side, sitting next to me, under the blanket. “How are you feeling? About the breakup and all?”

I ask her. “A little better. I was still upset though. It was nice talking with you about it last time.

I was glad you listened to me and gave me some comfort by just being there for me and hugging me. It means a lot to me.” “Anytime darling, I’d like you to felt better.”

She was turning her face towards me. “Mind if I get another cuddle from you? It just felts so good. It makes me forget about the breakup and I was feeling so loved.”

“Of course darling!” Hearing these words coming out of her mouth, her beautiful young voice! A moment later she was sitting on my lap.

The things some people do for money!

It is practically impossible to do rallies and 'not to give shishi' as some people want us to believe. It is grand deception.