Wow, I don't know where to begin. Actually I guess the beginning was my previous submission that I entitled 'A Stepfather is Seduced'! Boy was he ever! But what chance did he have? As I described in that story I am an irresistibly hot 18 year old nympho (at least for my stepdad) with plump delicious curves made juicier by some lingering baby fat, large pear-shaped breasts with hard jutting nipples begging to be tweaked and sucked. My butt is firm and round and sits on top of a pair of the sexiest legs in the neighbourhood.
I know that all the frustrated Dads on my block are mentally ripping off my clothes and laying their hands all over this luscious bod! Okay, I'm full of myself but I've encountered many a wandering hand (not to mention thinly veiled invitation to have my teen brains fucked out) from some of my friend's 'respectable' fathers. I've got a thing for older men so, maybe someday, but right now I'm on a mission. My name is Cindy: I am a blonde, pug-nosed knockout and I am going to tease my stepdaddy into complete submission!
What makes it easier is that my Mom is a cold bitch who is away from home a lot because of her job. She successfully resisted Hank's (my stepdad's) attempts to rekindle their sex life but my Mom is brutal, the cunt, and I watched Hank get sadder and sadder until I decided to do something about it. He had always been really kind to me and way, way nicer than my asshole Dad who, whenever he does show up, just takes the opportunity to criticise me. I'm not above occasionally teasing him with provocative glimpses of my hot little body just because I know deep down he lusts for his baby girl. I do it just to drive him nuts.
But he isn't Hank. Hank was good to me right from the start and after I got to know him I went to him for more and more comfort and advice. He was always there for me even when I knew he was having a hard time with my Mom, the royal bitch. Hank has never inappropriately touched me (like my filthy father). That is until I began to show him how.
It started with me obsessing about his warm strong caring body and especially his big strong warm hands; I wanted to have them all over me! Hank, for me, was a hunk. Yeah, almost three times my age (I said I liked older men, didn't I?!), but he kept in great shape; a blue-eyed, well-muscled hunk. Oh, and he had a lovely thick 8" sausage that would delight me when it tented the front of his running shorts. The sight of his awakening lust, before he hurriedly tried to cover it up, would make my mouth water and the top of my legs tingle.
So when I turned eighteen I began to find ways to flirt with my obsession. Our hugs had always been special; warm and intimate and lingering, but never crossing that boundary into inappropriate. I began to touch him more where men are vulnerable, letting my fingers linger on his chest or across the back of his neck. I 'absentmindedly' trailed light circles with my fingers whenever they encountered bare skin. It was cute how he would blush and his voice would get husky. I could feel the electrical response of his body to my delicious touch but Hank still restrained himself from letting his hands return the favour and roam over my, oh so willing, curves.
Things moved quickly as I stepped up the pace of my seduction. I would lie on my side 'doing my homework' in my bedroom with the short plaid skirt of my school uniform hiked just enough to reveal a glimpse of my innocent white panties not to mention my firm, enticing, tanned thighs. It didn't matter whether my mother was home or not, she would never notice. I would lie like that, rearranging the display, when I knew Hank would be coming to my open door to call me for supper.
I still remember the first night I lay there waiting for Hank to come to my bedroom door. When he arrived I felt him tense up and knew his eyes were glued to my adorable little panty-clad ass. I flushed a bright red (as I am sure did he) and kept my eyes on my homework as I distractedly wriggled my hips as if trying to get more comfortable. I was terrified to look at him, certain that he was going to call me out. But he didn't! His eyes drank in their fill of my nubile flesh before, with a choked voice, he informed me that dinner was served and he quickly disappeared.
After that, I knew could seduce him! I began to improvise, making sure that he got nice eyefuls of my crossed legs when I sat in the living room in my short skirts. I always pretended to be engaged in something or turned slightly away so that he felt safe to stare at my tanned, bare, exposed flesh. I loved bending over the dining room table when he was in the room, reading the newspaper (as if) and swaying my sweet ass enticingly to whatever music was playing, even if it was just playing in my head! My skirts danced invitingly just below the bottom of my honey buns.
Even more exciting for me was lying on my stomach on the living room floor watching TV with my stepdad sitting on the couch. Sometimes I would wear my flimsy sweat pants with a thin t-shirt (no bra of course!). They always rested low on my adorable hips. Gradually I would shift my body nudging the sweatpants lower until I could feel the cool air at the top of my ass crack telling me that my inviting little crevice was also peeking out for Hank to enjoy.
Occasionally I would roll lazily onto my back with a question I had made up for him. As I casually stretched, my thin t-shirt stretched too, accentuating my big firm globes with their hard poky nipples. This move allowed me to expose my flat, tanned mid-riff from the bottom of my ribcage all the way down to the waistband of my sweats, resting just above the rise of my pubes.
I get wet just thinking about it! Hank's eyes unable to stop glancing at the inviting shadows across my tummy begging for a hand to slide down and cup the steaming prize just beyond view. Of course when I would turn back over onto my stomach my poor inadequate sweaties would have been pulled even lower revealing more of my delightful ass crack. Once I ended up exposing half of the luscious rise of my mouth watering buns! You can bet I took my time reaching back to pull the pants up. I pulled till I could feel the material climbing into my crack and molding my tush like a second skin. I am so bad!
Sometimes Hank would abruptly leave the room and not come back for a while. I was pretty sure to beat his meat while he fantasized about boning his nubile little stepgirl. Once I heard him complaining about my provocative dress code to my Mom but I was always careful to be a little more demure when she was around. She just told him that all girls my age dressed more provocatively now and he would just have to put up with it. It wasn't like she really gave a damn anyway. Like I said, the bitch.
Once I put on my very short shorts that even my idiot mother wouldn't let me wear outside of the house. Okay so they rode up a little over my ass cheeks, big deal! Anyway I put on those shorts and a skimpy tank top and descended to the rec room where Hank was laid out on the sofa watching a football game.
Acting like he wasn't there I went over to the book shelf and stood up on my tippy toes as if reaching something from the top shelf. I had checked this move out in my room in front of a mirror and saw with glee that the globes of my butt tightened and strained as if trying to burst out of the flimsy material of my shorts as they rode a little higher up my ass cheeks. I heard his breathing become more ragged as I pretended to stretch and strain, my plump firm little tush wriggling with the effort.
For a while we were suspended there in space. I could feel myself getting wetter with the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing. Finally, with effort, Hank cleared his throat and suggested, huskily, that I might get a chair to stand on. I'm good I replied, artfully dropping the book I was reaching for. "Oh, darn!" I laughed and slowly bent over from the waist to pick the book up allowing Hank a long lingering look at my delicious behind. I knew the material of my shorts looked like it was painted on my delicious derriere (I was wearing a thong for extra effect). The silky fabric pushed up deeper into my ass crack as I stretched to retrieve the fallen book. It was almost too much excitement for me. I stood up, a little dizzy and with a faint "Got it!" rushed off to my room and closed my door.
Trembling, I lied back on my bed pushing my soaked shorts and thong down to my knees and; cupping my hot cunt, running my fingers lightly over my engorged lips and playing with my clit until I was rocked with a massive orgasm. I had to pull a pillow over my face to muffle my screams and moans.
After that I began to introduce playful ass slaps, sometimes when he was mounting the stairs ahead of me. I was nonchalant about them like it was nothing special and before long he was returning the favour, freely slapping my little behind when I would give him the opportunity which I did with increasing frequency. His hand began to linger a little with each love tap. Sometimes I would squeal: "Oooo, spankies!" (Just writing that word gets me hot!) Occasionally I was rewarded with the appearance of a lovely bulge pressing out against the zipper of his pants. Oh, how I wanted to cup and squeeze that zipper! After a while all I had to do was think of him, of how he would touch me, and my panties would begin to grow moist and hot. I was a wanton little sexpot!
Then Hank went on that business trip and I made my plans for his return. You'll have to read that story for the details. We had just finished our rich juicy 'desserts'. (I could still taste his delicious cum!) Now I was staring into his blissed out eyes feeling a smouldering burning desire rekindling in my smooth tanned belly. I'd had a taste but I wanted, as they say, the whole banana. Hank saw the shift in my eyes and began to pull back. "Cindy, no; this has to stop. We've already gone too far."
I smiled confident, like a lioness about to devour her prey. Hank still had his robe half on and his shorts down around his knees. I was completely naked and exposed. Rising up onto my knees I gave him a full look at my nubile hot body, hips thrust forward, breasts full and heaving, nipples hard and extended, blonde hair tousled; he couldn't tear his eyes away!
I let my eyes fill with false tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to be bad." The effect was immediate; he moved towards me to comfort me. "No, of course not, Cindy. It just...well, it just happened, that's all." He pulled his shorts up and sat on the couch beside me. I melted into his arms. "I just wanted you to feel better," I whispered, my tears wetting his bare chest.
