Keep it going can't wait to find out wot happens xxxlove itxxxx

 

mm u should have step daddy buy her a collar just for her.

 

Hmmm, it's only been 7 years since I last posted... I wonder if anyone remembers this story?

Sunday was the only day we ever ate dinner together as a family. It was no big affair, just baked chicken, potatoes, and peas and we actually ate the entire meal with no sign that my stepfather had any intention of using the device. I hoped I hadn't made a mistake and he had the remote. I'd hate to have misunderstood but there was nothing I could do about it now.

We talked about the usual things. When I was I going to get a job?

"Let the girl have her summer," my stepfather said, "She'll be a working stiff like us soon enough." My mother dropped the subject. Instead they discussed work, and bills, and such as I ate my food and wondered when things were supposed to get interesting. As I was finishing off my chicken I was horrified to hear my mother's new choice of topic, "Vic, I was doing laundry yesterday and I noticed absolutely no underwear in there." I choked on the last bite of chicken.

Coughing I nearly shouted, "MOM!" and nodded toward my stepfather meaning, can we discuss this later?!

"Oh, seriously," Mom said, "He's your stepfather. Are you going to be that embarrassed? Besides, if it's a matter of you not wearing any with those tiny skirts of yours I think he ought to have a say in it." I was petrified. I knew my Mom had no idea how that sounded, but both he and I knew that he did have a say in it and his say was to forbid me wearing any. It hadn't occurred to me to make sure some still ended up in the laundry or to even start washing my own.

To my surprise my stepfather spoke up again, but this time he took my mother's side.

"Is your mother right, Vic?" he asked, looking sternly at me. He'd put down his fork and crossed his arms. I just stared at him. "Have you not been wearing panties?"

"I...uh," I stammered. Suddenly I felt a tingle right next to my clit. It was a very light vibration but it still caught me off guard. Then I had to try not to smile as I was somehow relieved by the realization that he'd decided to use the toy.

"The truth, Victoria." He said, and the vibration clicked up just a bit more.

"Yes, sir," I said, then corrected myself. "I mean, of course I'll tell the truth. Yes, I've been going without."

"I see," He said at the same time my mother said, "Oh, Vic!" in a disapproving tone. I immediately tried to cover my tracks. I knew he'd wanted me to admit it to my mother both because there was no way to tell her she was wrong and because it turned him on to have me tell her what he'd made me do but only he and I would know his part in it.

"It's nothing...dirty." I protested "It's just, I read somewhere that in the summer it's healthier and I don't go a lot of places or... anything..." my voice trailed off as I doubted my mother way buying it. My stepfather kept looking at me disapprovingly. Whatever his thoughts were I couldn't tell, but that reassuring vibration gave me the courage I needed. It was also making me really wet and I was grateful to the tiny bit of fabric I currently had covering my crotch.

Then, with a jolt I realized why he'd chosen then to use the toy. I WAS wearing panties now! But he was speaking again so I held on to that knowledge and listened.

"I don't know, Victoria. The only reason I know to go without is so guys can have easy access." My mom groaned and looked distraught, he ignored it, "Have you been letting boys get under your skirt?"

I feigned shock, "No! I've never had any boys touch me at all!" I said honestly. I saw the corner of my stepfather's mouth twitch as he caught the emphasis I put on the word "boys." He was enjoying this. Having a discussion about my sexlife in front of my mother while he controlled the toy that was vibrating ever so softly against my clit. The clit that he himself was the only man ever to have touched. He was loving it. "And I am wearing panties now! I wanted to be respectful for dinner! It's not all the time, just when I want to... um... air out."

I saw a look of comprehension come over my mother's face as she too remembered the conversation we'd had a few years before when she explained why she liked to sleep naked. "It's like the reason you don't wear underwear with your PJs," she'd said, "Sometimes your body needs a chance to air out."

I don't know if there was any truth to it, or if she'd just been uncomfortable telling her then 14 year old daughter that she slept naked because her husband had fucked her the night before and it was pointless to get dressed in PJs afterward. But bringing that up now seemed to make her realize there might be some reason other than sexual promiscuity that might make her daughter stop wearing panties. I could tell she wanted to believe it.

"If that's true, show us your panties," my stepfather said.
"Frank!" my mother said in shock.
I stared at him. The vibrations, which already had me dripping so much I was afraid there was a wet spot on the chair, increased again and I had to try hard not to moan.
"You heard me," he said as he motioned for me to stand up. I did so slowly, watching him, pleading with him with my eyes and yet turned on by the idea of giving him a sexual thrill with my mother right there and having no idea what had previously happened between us.

"If you are telling the truth you shouldn't be so hesitant to show us. It's not like you're naked under there, right?"

I put my hands on the hem of my skirt and very slowly started to raise it. Suddenly the vibration on the toy slowed down. The sudden decrease in stimulation was almost as strong as the vibrations themselves had been. It was like my clit was reaching out in desperation to feel what it had been getting used to and was extra sensitive to what little it was getting. I had almost raised my skirt enough to show my increasingly damp crotch when he put a hand out and touched mine.

"Just pull them up over your waistband, silly. I didn't mean it like that." Suddenly the tension was broken and my mom let out a little laugh of relief. I, however, gasped and closed my eyes, biting my lip and trying not to let anyone know that I had cum the moment he'd touched me. Realizing what had happened he quickly reached over and nudged my skirt waistband slightly to show the band of my thong and said, "See? Much easier. Good girl. Sit down, I'll get the dishes tonight." and I immediately slumped into my chair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, kiddo," he said as he gathered my plate and silverware. My mother got up and began helping him."I just worry about you, is all. You don't know how teenage boys can be. And you're such a sweet and shy girl I'm afraid they'd take advantage of you."

The two of them gathered up the dishes as I sat there, my head on the table, recovering from my orgasm. He had turned the device off completely now. I heard my mom talking very low to him and I caught something about "having a talk" with me. I groaned inwardly as I really didn't want to have to have her lecture me right now, but to my surprise she said, "You go ahead, I'll finish up here."

Then I felt my stepdad's hand on my shoulder. "Hey, let's go to your room and have a little talk, okay?" He took my hand and helped me up. My fear and annoyance at my mother evaporated as I realized I was being sent to my room with my stepfather for a private conversation with him by my mom's own instruction. I simply couldn't believe it.

I walked ahead of him into my room. He shut the door behind us and as I turned to look at him he grabbed me and kissed me hard. He reached under my skirt and tore off the panties with the toy and threw them into the hamper, I felt one of his hands on my ass, and then my cunt and he laughed, his head buried in my hair.

"You're soaked," he laughed gently, "You came pretty hard, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh," I muttered into his chest.
"I'm sorry I scared you but you know that was fun. Don't worry, I won't ever let your mom find out and I wont ever really hurt you or let you get punished for this. The only punishments you get are the ones I do for fun and hopefully we both like those."
"Yeah," I whispered and giggled. I looked up at him. He was still holding me in his arms and one hand was still roaming around my sopping cunt. "So what are we going to talk about?" I asked slyly, my confidence returning. His roaming hand flicked my sensitive clit and he covered my mouth with his to keep me from crying out.

"Well, first you're going to need to start dirtying some panties up. Try using a pair to mop that sopping cunt of yours from time to time." He patted my pussy with one hand for emphasis. "Then, not only will there be dirty panties in the laundry but they'll smell like pussy, for realism."

"Ew, Mom doesn't smell them!" I protested and he laughed.

"No, but I might from time to time. I used to, before I had the real thing." I blushed at this but I also thrilled to the idea that I'd turned him on so much before we started playing around. "That was my version of you playing with my picture," he grinned.

I looked up at him, confused, "What?"

"Come on," he laughed, "Your panties aren't the only thing that smelled like pussy around here. You should have washed the frame after rubbing it on your cunt."

I blushed beet red and tried to stammer an explanation but he pulled me close again, "Don't be embarrassed. I'm honored and really happy I get to enjoy it myself rather than smelling you on my picture. And don't worry, I washed the frame so your Mom doesn't know. I love knowing that you wanted me to see all of you."

He stepped back suddenly as my Mom knocked on the door. He indicated for me to sit at my computer desk as he sat on the bed and called, "Hey, Stace, come in." My Mom opened the door an poked her head in.

"Everything going okay in here?" she asked, looking back and forth between the two of us. I was pleased to see she didn't seem to see anything that upset her. I realized then that I really did love my Mom, even if she got on my nerves. I hoped she never found out about any of this but at the same time I really loved fucking Frank. I didn't think any guy my age could possibly treat me as wll as he did, or get me off as nicely.

"It's going great," he said, "We've been discussing the finer points of horny teen boys and how to tell them she's not interested."

"Yeah, not until you're ready," my Mom directed at me, "And when that time does come we'll take you to the doctor to get on birth control."

"Actually, Stace," my Stepfather interjected, "You know how teenagers are. They're impulsive. Maybe it's best to get her on it now so if she does decide to be active she's already prepared."

My mother looked at me a moment and I said, "I doubt that'll happen, teenage boys are pretty annoying... but maybe, just in case." and I blushed and looked away for emphasis that I wasn't really interested. Really, I was just thinking of how the only reason I had no interest in teenage boys is because my stepfather was perfect for my hungry pussy. I was also eager to have him cum in me without having to worry about unwanted consequences.

"Well, that's settled." My stepfather said, "Give us another minute or two, Stacy, then I think Victoria and I will run to the store. I think we should get some ice cream and have sundaes."

"That's a great idea!" my Mom agreed and backed out of the room, closing the door. My stepfather waited a minute and then patted his lap, calling me over to sit on it. I did as I was bid and he slid a hand up under my shirt and bra and fondled a breast.

"So we know how we're solving the panties problem, be sure to remove the toy from the one in the hamper. I'll get a new pair so we can use that again. I want to tease you in public. Family dinner night might be a little too risky but the mall could be fun."

I bounced on his lap to show agreement.

"Now, go clean up a little so you don't smell too much like sex. Put on a slightly longer skirt but no panties, and one of your camisoles, one that's really see through, but put a shirt on over it. Make sure nothing is suspicious to your mom but I want you on full display. We're going to go to the south side of town where we won't be recognized."

He kissed me and smacked me on the ass to indicate that I should get up. Then with one hungry look as I began to undress he opened the door and slid out, closing it behind him.

 

Can't wait to read more

 

Excellent read ...... keep up the tease !!!!

 

Part 3 please !

 

I just read al they stories i love please more

 

Can't wait to read more.

 

Thank you for cuntinuing

 

Thanks, everyone. I do want to mention that just because I live in Chicago doesn't mean he meant we were going to the actual "South Side". No, we lived in the NW suburbs at the time and he mean the south side of the town we lived in, which I will not be naming because he and my Mom are still married and I wouldn't do that to them.

Besides, if he'd taken me to the south side of Chicago this would probably end up a completely different story...

Anyway, working on the next part. Should be done soon.

 

Excellent story, i cant wait for the saga to continue.

 

I did as I was told. I found a very sheer camisole and slipped it on over my bra. I knew I'd be removing the bra soon but I thought it best to leave it on until we left. I rarely went without and my mother would think something was strange if she saw my large breasts unsupported. The camisole was thin and dusty pink. My bra and cleavage were clearly visible through it. I chose a matching pink skirt that was made in a way that I could roll it up at that waist to make it shorter. I had a feeling he only wanted me to wear a longer skirt for my Mom's sake and that he'd enjoy seeing me bend over without panties a lot more if I rolled it up.

I used some Wet Ones to wipe up the evidence of our play with the toy (I kept them in my room to clean up my toys after enjoying them). I was about to leave when I heard a knock on the door and without waiting for a response my stepfather opened it and stepped in. He said loudly, I guess for my Mom's benefit, "Good, that's a much better skirt for a young lady. Got panties on?"

He had shut the door behind him but I assumed my mother was listening outside.

"Of course," I responded in my best annoyed teenage voice, though I wasn't annoyed at all really.

"Show me the band," he said, though he indicated with a wave of his hand that he wanted me to lift my skirt. I did so and flashed him my shaven mound. I stepped a little closer so he could get a proper inspection and he reached a hand down and cupped my pussy. "Good. Your mother will be very happy. I'm so glad you understand how much this means to us," he squeezed my pussy a little for emphasis. I reached for the wet ones on my desk and handed him one. My pussy was dripping again already and I just wanted to make it out to his truck without it running down my leg.

He took it in his left hand but kept the right on my pussy. "Your Mom wants you to know," he crooked a finger and slid it into my slit, "that we didn't mean to embarrass you and that you've always been a good girl. I think that's what worries her most, he grinned as he wiggled his finger in my cunt which was dripping again already. I felt like I'd leaked so much juice over the last few days that I could bottle and sell a line of it and still have more to spare.

Eau de Vic's Puss

He removed his finger from my cunt and held it out for me to lick clean, after which he used the wet wipe just to make sure he didn't smell of pussy. Then he watched me wipe myself up and indicated for me to follow him out the door. "Let's go get that Ice cream," he said loudly, and I knew my Mom would be scurrying away from the door so I wouldn't know she'd been listening. I repressed a giggle. After a moment he opened the door and I followed him into the living room.

My mother was still in the kitchen cleaning, "Make sure you get chocolate syrup and marshmallow topping!" she called as we went to the door to put on our shoes. I slipped into my sandals and followed him out the door. I followed him to his truck, which was parked behind my mother's car. He opened the door for me and helped me climb in. It was a very big step to get into the truck and I'm sure he had a wonderful view of my pussy and ass as I climbed in.

Once I was settled he shut the door and went around to the driver's side. There would be nothing weird about him helping me into the truck as he always had to help us when one of us went somewhere with him in it. He climbed in, started the truck and pulled out of the driveway. He didn't say anything as he drove for a bit and when he came to the main road he turned south instead of north, as he usually would.

After a few minutes he said, "Okay, go ahead and take off that shirt and lose the bra." I immediately did as I was told, eager to play. After removing the shirt and bra my large breasts pushed against the thing fabric of my camisole and my nipples were easily visible. From my experience it was unlikely anyone would say anything, though men would stare and women would give me very dirty looks, but somehow saying something, even if this were indecent, just wasn't something that happened. He only glanced at me a moment, wanting to keep his eyes on the road, but he nodded his approval. I began rolling my skirt to make it shorter without even being told to do so. He glanced at me again and smiled.

"Damn, you're fucking hot," he said, and went back to watching the road. I was quiet a moment, then I felt I had to ask him something that had been weighing on my mind for the last few miles.

"Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"When we're... alone, or out here around people who don't know us... can I call you Daddy?"

He shifted in his seat but didn't answer.

"I'm sorry if it's weird," I blurted out, embarrassed, "But while we're out it might make people more reluctant to say something to me about my clothes if they think you're my Daddy and not, you know, just some older guy."

"It's not weird, baby. I've always wanted you to call me Daddy. I didn't know it would come about from my fucking you, but, hey, who am I to complain," he grinned at me a little awkwardly. I wasn't sure how to take that. He almost seemed a little hurt. Then I looked down at his bulging pants and I thought he really must be pleased.

"Well," I said, reaching over the shifter and putting a hand on his growing bulge, "I can call you Daddy other times too if you like." He reached down and pulled my hand from his crotch.

"I don't want to have a wreck, darling. You're entirely too sexy for your own good, you know that? I'm not sure I could control myself, much less the truck, if you keep touching me like that right now."

I sat back, a little dejected, but I knew he was right, really.

"And you can call me Daddy whenever you want, baby. I don't care if we're at the neighbor's BBQ or I've got my cock buried in your cunt three towns over. Whenever and wherever. I'd be honored."

Suddenly I was no longer feeling dejected. I felt great. I bounced in my seat and squealed, "Thank you, Daddy!" to see how it sounded, then blushed.

He smiled, "Any time, baby. I can't seem to deny you anything."

Finally he pulled into a parking lot of a Wal-mart. It was the one we never went to because my Mom didn't care for it. That's why we did all of our shopping on the North side of town. He pulled the truck into a spot in the back and shut off the engine but didn't open the door. He took off his seatbelt and turned a little in his seat to look at me.

"Damn, you're sexy," he whipered, "I want to take you in here and show you off. I want every man in there to want you, but if a single one touches you I'll rip his dick off," he winked at me.

"Yes, Daddy," I smiled.

He smiled back and then seemed to be thinking a minute, "Hey, Vic," he said, after a moment, "If there ever did come a time when I thought I might like to let someone else get a taste of you, would you be okay with that?"

I didn't answer right away. To be honest, I hadn't thought about it before. I looked up at him an studied his face before answering.

"I think if it was someone you trusted so much you wouldn't want to rip his dick off for touching me, well, it might be okay," I smiled and he laughed. "Did you have someone in mind?"

He shook his head, "Nah, just some crazy thought that just occurred to me. Now lets go drive some fuckers crazy, shall we?"

"Fuck, yeah!" I said before realizing I never usually swore in front of my parents. He just laughed and opened the door to get out. I guess that was just one of those things I would pretend I didn't do around Mom.

He came to my side of the truck and opened the door for me. I knew to wait for him, I'd sprained my ankle jumping out of this truck before. He didn't help me down immediately but instead had me turn sideways and lifted my shirt up to look at my tits before spreading my legs for a view of my cunt. He sucked my nipples, then gave my pussy a long slow lick.

"Daddy, that tickles!" I giggled as a couple guys about my age walked by. One stopped short and the other ran into him.

"Sorry, baby," he said, pushing my legs back together and helping me from the truck. Only when I was down did he pull my camisole down for what little coverage it offered. The two boys kept staring until my Daddy glared at them and they hurried away.

I laughed, "that was fun!"

"It'll certainly give those boys something to wank to later," he agreed.

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course! You really don't know how damn beautiful you are, do you?" he took my hand and began to lead me toward the store. "We need a few other things and we might as well grab them now to give us a reason to tell your mother what took us so long."

In spite of his words he seemed to be searching for a department based not on what he needed but how many men were in it. He seemed to settle on the gardening and outdoor department and lead me there. Every man we passed on the way there seemed to fall over himself staring at my nearly naked breasts. This was something I was familiar with, though I'd never had anyone with me before. It was funny to see them look away when they realized a grown man was with me. One older man, however, seemed to ask my stepfather for permission with an incline of his head and he received a nod in return. We stopped in the aisle this man was next too, which happened to be the hunting section, all full of camouflage and things with deer and ducks on them. The man pretended to be looking at a camo cooler, apparently designed to keep the deer from being frightened by your mountain dew and doritos, when my stepfather said "Hey, Vic, could you reach down to the bottom shelf there and get me one of those camo beer koozies?"

I glanced at the old man a second and turned to my stepdad, "Sure, Daddy," I smiled and turning my rear to them both I bent at the waist and pretended to be taking my time looking for the perfect koozie while my stepdad showed me off to the old man. I heard the old man whistle low and I wiggled a little for his enjoyment.

"That is one lovely honey pie," the old man whispered. I glanced up at my stepdad and he indicated that I should say thank you.

"Thank you, sir," I said, wiggling a little more.

"Vic, why don't you open it up for the nice gentleman. I know we were going to pretend you didn't know but I think Mr..."

"Uh, just Bill," the guy said.

"Bill has been very respectful and deserves a good hard look, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said obediently and reached behind me to grip my rear end and hold open my pussy and ass for Bill's enjoyment.

"Holy hell," Bill whispered, "Makes me miss my niece. She's not nearly as pretty as you and not so young any more but I think I should call her and have her come visit.

"I bet she'd love that," I said, still holding my cunt open for inspection.

"Thank you young miss," the old man said and my stepdad indicated that I could leg go now and stand up. I blushed a little and said, "You're welcome." The old man nodded to my stepdad and walked off.

"Thank you for making him so happy, Vicky."

"He was old and very respectful. I'm happy he enjoyed it."

"You really are a good girl," and he continued leading me to the garden section. We wandered around among lawn mowers and outdoor furniture when we noticed the lawn care aisle had a couple mature men and no children in it. We were trying to avoid any children, and women weren't high on our list either. Going into the aisle I counted three grown men and one teenage boy around my own age, maybe a year or two older. He seemed to be with one of the older men, probably his father, who was lecturing him on proper pesticides for getting rid of pests without destroying your lawn. The younger boy had spotted me already and was staring at my near naked breasts. When his father noticed the boy wasn't paying attention he looked around and saw me as well. My stepdad pretended to be looking for something in particular as I just looked bored and followed behind. I smiled at the boy and he turned red but nodded politely, his eyes never leaving my chest. I pretended not to notice. His father was also staring at me now and the sudden quiet got the attention of the other men who had been browsing through the aisle looking at various things that didn't interest me at all. I seemed to have a captive audience.

I faked a yawn and a big stretch, showing my tits off to the fullest. I'd done that one before when I'd gone out on my own. "Daddy, is this going to take long?" I feigned annoyance.

"Just be patient, Vic, we'll get the ice cream soon." he said, taking something off of the shelf and pretending to read the label. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I looked at the young boy and to my surprise he met my eyes for a minute. I winked and he blushed and looked away. As my Daddy busied himself with the mysterious label I walked past him to look at other things and made sure I brushed up against the boy, raising my skirt a little. I bent down just inches from him and reached for a random bottle on the shelf. I knew that he had a full view of my ass and pussy, as did his father. I felt the other two men in the aisle move a little closer to see what the fuss was about.

"Is this what you're after, Daddy?" I asked, not so much as holding the bottle up for inspection, wanting to stay bent over and feeling their eyes roaming me.

"No, Victoria" he sighed, not bothering to look at the bottle either, "just be quiet, I'll be done in a minute."

I felt a dribble of pussy juice run down my leg and heard one of the guys clear his throat. With no reason to continue bending over I stood up and made a show of stretching my back, thrusting my tits out in front of me.

"Oh, here it is," he said, grabbing a random bottle off the shelf and turning to look at me, "Come on, Vic, let's get that ice cream before your Mom starts worrying about where we are."

The moment he turned toward me all the other men looked away and pretended to be doing other things. Well, all of them except the young boy until his father hit him upside the head and told him to pay attention to whatever he was holding. I followed Daddy out of the aisle, winking at the boy again as we went and giggling to myself.

When we got to the ice cream aisle there was an elderly couple, a mom with way too many children, and a group of teenage boys. Just as my he had said the cold air made my nipples stand to attention and the old man certainly took note of them, meeting my eyes behind his wife's back and winking at me he mouthed the words, 'nice tits' and I smiled.

The mother with too many children didn't even acknowledge us which was fine my me, she just got what she needed and ushered her children along, presumably to the checkout lane as it really was getting close to bedtime for most of them, or should be, at least. That left the group of teenage boys. I don't know if it was what he had had in mind but I loved the stares I got as my hard nipples pressed at the fabric of my camisole which was already stretched to the limit by my huge tits. He did have to get my attention to ask what ice cream to get as this was what we'd actually come here for. Once we'd made a decision he looked over at the group of teenagers who seemed as frozen as the ice cream with their jaws dropped and their eyes on my tits. They didn't seem to notice or care that he'd seen them and to my surprise he reached over, grabbed the hem of my skirt, an lifted it to give them a view of my shaved mound. I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd cum in their pants. He let my skirt drop and some of them seemed to come to their senses. Two of them were still staring but the others looked away as if afraid he were going to beat them for looking at his daughter, which was funny because he'd been the one to lift the skirt.

"Vic, go grab the topping your mom asked for and meet me by the registers, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," I turned, letting my skirt twirl up and show a quick glimpse of everything, then skipped off to get the rest of the stuff for the sundaes. I was only by the register for a few minutes before he showed up and we paid for our items. As we walked back to the truck I saw that the group of teenage boys that had been in the ice cream aisle were all standing by the truck.

It was getting late and the sun had gone down. The parking lot was starting to empty a bit and we'd parked pretty far out into the lot so it seemed it would be quite the coincidence for them to be hanging out there. I looked up at my stepdad.

"We're going to give them a show. After all, I want to enjoy you before we have to go home. Might as well give them a thrill too. They know the rules, no touching but they can look all they want, and if they want to wank that's okay too, they just can't cum on you." I tried to take all this in as we approached the truck. He put the tailgate down and the boys piled in. "We're not going far, just behind the abandoned K-mart," he said as the boys got in. It was only one lot over and a lot more secluded than this area. I was a little nervous but as my stepdad helped me into the front of the truck his hands on my waist were very reassuring.

He drove to the other lot and pulled back behind the building and parked. The boys jumped out of the back but he put down the tailgate anyway and lifted me up onto it. While the sun was down it wasn't fully dark yet and there was still plenty of light for them to get a good look when Daddy pulled my legs apart and showed my wet twat to the watching boys.

"Any of you seen one of these in the flesh before?" he asked, running a hand over my pussy lips. I giggled.
They all looked at each other.

"My sister let me see hers once," one boy said.

"Your sister lets everyone see hers," another boy quipped and the first boy punched him in that way boys had.

The other three just shook their heads and stared. Daddy set my legs wide apart and called the boys one at a time to get a good look. He let them get really close, told them to get a good whiff while they were there. I started dripping again as they would come and put their noses nearly up against my clit. Just knowing they were looking so close at my naked twat was getting me so hot. My Daddy was standing next to me and I put my head against him as I began to feel shy.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes," I answered. "Don't stop."

He had me raise my arms and pulled my camisole off, letting my tits bounce as it released them. One of the boys groaned and grabbed his crotch. "Don't worry," he said to the boys, "Even if you shoot in your pants I'm sure she'll take it as the compliment it is. Feel free to jerk 'em if you need to, just don't touch her."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I really want to fuck you but first, can you break your rule just a little? I want to let them touch my breasts." He seemed to consider this a minute, then told the boys to line up. He let them each cup and fondle a breast, two at a time. Since there were five of them that meant Daddy got to fondle one with the last boy. I ran my fingers lightly over my excited pussy as I watched them each cupping my breasts, weighing them, fingering the nipple. Feeling strange hands made me so hot, though none of them touched me like Daddy did. I thanked each of them when they were done and Daddy smiled to himself, obviously thinking they should have been thanking me. Then Daddy had me lie belly down on the truck bed with my tits hanging over the edge of the tailgate and the boys watched as he took out his long hard cock and slipped it into my mouth. In this position I wasn't able to do any of the work myself so I just lay there and let Daddy throat fuck me while these strange boys watched. I saw them pull out their cocks and start stroking them.

They were all much smaller than Daddy. But I liked watching them stroke themselves nearly as much as I liked Daddy fucking my throat. It wasn't long before I had spit running down my face and down my tits, dripping on the ground as he held my hair and fucked my face. I was starting to worry I wasn't going to get my pussy fucked at all after it had been dripping all day when Daddy finally pulled out an helped me down from the truck bed. To my surprise he lifted me up and impaled me on his cock. I wrapped my legs around him and he held me by the ass, lifting and lowering me on his cock as I moaned in his ear. I had forgotten the other boy now, all that mattered was my Daddy's cock deep inside me, making me feel so good, I never wanted it to end. With my arms around his neck and him thrusting into me I hugged him and cried out right by his ear when my orgasm hit.

"Oh, Daddy, yes! Fuck me please!! Yes, yes, oh, Daddy, yes!" I melted against his chest, mewling incoherently. He sat me back on the tailgate and pulled out of me. He beckoned me forward and as I leaned over my tits hung down and he shot his hot load all over them. Afterward he leaned against the truck to catch his breath and I looked over at the boys.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, sitting there with hot cum dripping down my tits, sitting on the edge of the tailgate, swinging my sandaled feet like a child. Four of the guys were tucking away their cocks, but one was still hard and stroking. I also noticed another man standing behind them. An older black gentleman in a security guard outfit. He raised his finger to his lips to indicate that I should stay quiet. I smiled at him and watched him stroke his big hard cock.

Feeling extra naughty while my stepdad regained his composure I ran a finger through the cum on my tits, bringing it to my mouth and licking it clean.

"Daddy, you have the best cum," I said as the remaining boy an the security guard both blew their loads simultaneously.

"Thanks, baby." Daddy said, putting his cock away and zipping his pants. He handed me my camisole but I didn't put it on yet. He looked over at the boys who were getting ready to leave and he stopped dead when he saw the security guard, but the man just tipped his had and walked away.

"It's okay, Daddy, he was stroking his cock too. He really liked it when I told you how yummy your cum is." I smiled slyly at him as he put his hands on my waist and lifted me from the tailgate. "Isn't the icecream going to be melted by the time we get home? I mean after all this time in the heat?

"No," he grinned mischievously, "because I forgot the bag at the store. You're going to put that camisole on and go in and get it, but leave that cum on your tits. I want everyone to see what a cumslut my little angel is."

 

Oh, my, that was a long one. I might need a nap after that.

 

Nap all you need, and thank you for sharing this. i will be waiting patiently, with my cock in my hand, to explore the next adventure of little Vic and her Daddy.

 

Thanks hellosugar it keeps getting better.

 

Sorry, I've been sick, but I'm working on the next part now. This story, however, has really made me miss my stepdad. He only lives about an hour away but I have no car and their place isn't in a public transportation friendly area. Too bad I don't think GoFundMe would take kindly to a Help Victoria Buy a Car so She Can Go Fuck Her Stepfather for Old Time's Sake fund

Later I might tell you about the last time I had to move back in with them for a while. There was a lovely time when my car was messed up and he *made* me ride his cock to get him to fix it. What's more, he fucked me in the ass in the garage where I got grease all over me while Mom was in the house taking a nap. Such lovely times. I really miss him, his big hard cock and how gentle those rough hands can be.

Anyway, The next chapter should be out soon.

 

Going back into the store was just icing on the cake, and on my tits. Daddy decided to go in but stay by the door just to be sure I was safe. I think he also wanted to see the reactions of the people but that's okay too.

I walked up to the register where we had checked out with my hair a mess and cum causing my camisole to stick to my tits and be even more see through than ever. I probably had pussy juice running down my bare legs too. The looks they gave me were just priceless. Apparently Daddy had not just left the ice cream behind but also a package of wet wipes. Someone had to run grab the ice cream as they'd put it back so they wouldn't melt and I stood by the register with my bag of wipes just waiting. The cashier just kept giving me dirty looks. The manager came by to chat with me though and apologize for the cashier letting me leave without my bag. I would have felt bad about that if she had been looking at me that way. I thanked the manager, pulled out a wipe and said to myself, but loud enough to be heard, "Isn't Daddy thoughtful?" and began to dab and my throat and cleavage a little.

When the stock boy got back with my ice cream I smiled and bounced a little, took the ice cream and added it to my bag. Then practically skipped out of the store. Daddy was grinning and holding back laughter as he put his arm around my waist and walked me back to the truck. Once there he took the wipes and cleaned me off. He had me standing topless by the truck in the parking lot but the truck was so big and we we parked so far from the store that we weren't too worried about anyone seeing us. He tweaked my nipples a few times as he helped me wipe up, then he tucked the soiled camisole into his back pocket and handed me my bra and shirt from the cab where he'd stashed them.

To my surprise he also had a hair brush and after pulling my skirt down to make it presentable and helping me into the cab he told me to brush my hair and shut the door. He was smiling still as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine but he began to look more and more worried as we got closer to home.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" I asked as we pulled onto our street.

"I, I just didn't think. We probably smell like sex."

Oh, he was worried about Mom. I could understand that. While thoughts of being caught were a big turn on I didn't really want to hurt her.

"Pull over a second," I said, an idea occurring to me. He did as I said. Our road was a very secluded road with mostly woods around and only three or four houses all together so we weren't worried about being seen. I grabbed the wet wipes canister, popped the top on it, and turned it upside down into his lap. The liquid in which the cloths uually soaked all poored out onto him.

"What the hell?" he shouted in surprise.

"Now you smell like lemons!" I said, "No more sex! Just tell Mom something got spilled on you at the store and you got a little carried away trying to clean it off. I'll just run to the bathroom and pretend I have to pee so I can wash up. Just act like you're annoyed with me for hogging the bathroom and I'll come out as quick as I can and you can clean up."

He looked down at his soaked lap, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that works." and with that he pulled back onto the road and drove home.

We needn't have worried as we'd taken so long that Mom had fallen asleep in her chair. So I went to my room and let him have the bathroom first. I put on a fresh nightie and tied my hair back. When I came out Daddy had already cleaned up and changed into a pair of sweats. He scooped us out some sundaes and then went and woke Mom up.

"Sorry, baby, some boys had car trouble and I had to help them out. You still want a sundae or you just want to go to bed?"

She yawned, "Bed, I think. You two enjoy." she got up and stretched, then made her way to the bedroom. "Don't stay up too late, we have work in the morning," she reminded him, then closed the door.

We ate our sundaes and I sat in his lap while he fondled my tits under my nightie. Not so much because either of us was horny any longer but simply because it felt good. There was something nice about sitting in his lap with his hands on my tits just watching TV like it was nothing. When he was comfortable enough with Mom' s snores to decide she was really asleep he spoke in a quite voice and said, "I really enjoy what we're doing. I want you to know that."

"I do too," I said, a little worried at his tone.

"You know the other day when I said I was in charge?"

"Yeah, the day you took my virginity," I said a little louder than I meant to and he hushed me.

"Yeah. Well you need to know that that's bullshit. You're in charge. None of this happens without your say so, okay? You want me to stop then you tell me to stop. I won't hold it against you. I won't be happy, but I won't hold it against you."

We were quiet for a moment, him still stroking my tits lovingly while some stupid sitcom played in the background. After a moment I said, "Yeah, but I don't want it to stop and since I like it I think we can pretend you're in charge. It's more fun that way."

I heard him chuckle. His cock twitched a little and I sat up and indicated for him to pull it out, then I slid myself down onto it and rode him slowly, my nightie covering us though it still would have been obvious something was up if someone saw us. Mom was still snoring though so we weren't worried. We fucked slowly and almost lazily as we watched the show, I leaned back against him and he fondled my tits through my clothes. It was sweet and peaceful and I would have let him cum inside me but he wasn't that foolish. Right before he came he had me get on my knees and he shot his load into my mouth. I sucked his cock until I was sure he was done and swallowed.

"You're such a good girl," he sighed. "It's past my bedtime. You go get in the shower in case I want some fresh pussy in the morning, okay?"

"Kay, night Daddy!" I said as he got up, kissed me on the top of the head, and went off to bed.

 

Thank you
I tend to get a little too eager to post and after rereading the same words a few times I find it hard to catch the typos. I'm pleased to know they are not too distracting.