The rain hit my windscreen with loud clangs and clatters, as if it was shards of metal being thrown against the car. I was parked in a grubby layby, a safe distance from the La Vita Night Club, where I had been reliably informed held my eighteen-year-old step-daughter within. My wife, Mandy, had had to leave town for a business conference in Inverness, and I had been expected to spend another two days in Great Yarmouth on my own conference, but the Hotel flooded. Mandy, who had become immensely suspicious of Sam, the aforementioned step-daughter, and insisted that rather than simply let her know that I'd be back early, that I should sneak around to check she wasn't 'doing anything dodgy'.
Mandy had found on an Instagram post that Sam was out clubbing and La Vita, I'm sure Sam would be more careful about her Instagram posts if she knew that Hary8112:) was really her mother. As a result of Sam's ignorance, her mother effectively stalked her online, and so I had been instructed to keep an eye out for when she left this nightclub to see if she was with any 'suspicious characters'. I expected that she'd be doing typical teenage girl things, spend a night out drinking with her friends, maybe hook-up with some strapping lad for the night. Nothing too special. Not that I could tell, as the sodding rain was blocking my entire line of sight. So I was spending my evening, rather than having a nice whiskey, by squinting at every young girl that came out of a nightclub, whilst trying not to look like some pervert looking for prostitutes.
A gaggle of young looking girls emerged from the neon entrance of the club, most of them with some variety of muscled man on their arm. The girls were all clearly drunk, and making quite the racket, the men who they were hanging on to, however, looked rather more lucid, probably hoping for an easy score. They seemed to range in age, possibly, although I have to admit with the rain and the dark, it was hard to tell. The group seemed to splinter, individual couples hailing various different taxis, the girls grinning with drunk ecstasy, with the men smiling gently, all knowing that they were about to get some action. None of the girls seemed to be Sam.
I sighed, with all the late nights, and business conferences, that Mandy and I had been on, I'd hardly had any action for the past year. I'd taken to spending a quiet moment in the toilets at work to masturbate over some pornography in the cubicle, earphones in, and quiet as possible. Still, it could never replace the physical act of sex. Not that I was much better with Mandy, ever since she'd had Sam and the father had left them high and dry she'd sworn off having any more children, something that I was happy to live with, but always insisted on a condom, and only ever let me do the most basic of things with her. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a great star in the bedroom or anything, but I had been adventurous in my youth and Mandy wouldn't even give me a blowjob!
Whilst I was in the midst of thought a short blonde girl stumbled out the club, her hands wrapped tightly in the shirts of two rather large men. I stopped, doing my squinting again as the rain put on a new thickness, almost being a great big wall of water. The girl was trying desperately to hail a cab, whilst moving between these two men, thrusting herself upwards towards their chiseled faces for a snog. That could be Sam, I thought. Squinting harder at this now soaked girl, she was in a white tube top, a rather small one that barely just covered her breasts, and just along the bottom of it were a short line of pink squiggles. Bingo! That has got to be her. With the help of one of the men who was with her, a cab pulled up and took the three of them away. I started up my engine and followed.
After about ten minutes of possibly over cautious, possibly under cautious, tailing, I'd worked out that the taxi was headed home. It was going the long route, the driver probably thought that he could slip it past them, being how drunk Sam seemed. I took the faster option, and quickly parked the car in the garage, and went to Sam's bedroom, hiding in her slatted wardrobe. I planned to jump out and scare the poor lads away, a little excited by the whole thing.
Around ten minutes after I'd hidden myself, and around the time that I started to get back cramps, I heard the sound of a car pulling up. Some loud shouting from Sam could be heard, although it seemed rather unintelligible. Then came the fumble of keys in the lock of the front door, and almost childish giggling, along with some good low male chuckles. I waited until the lights were flicked on in her bedroom, my eyes involuntarily shutting themselves, the sound of curtains being drawn and the bedroom door shutting. It was then that I was going to jump out but was stopped by the appearance of my drunk step-daughter.
I'd always known that she was an attractive girl, I'd even thought about her a couple of times during my afternoon wanking session, although I'd always feel guilty afterwards, I was supposed to treat her as if she was my own daughter after all. However, the rain had left her tube top clinging to her skin, leaving very little to the imagination, not that it would have been much better if the top were to be bone dry either. It clung tightly to her breasts, which were a little over as generous handful, nice and round perky mounds of flesh, in the way teenage breasts are. Her damp blonde hair wrapped around her face and breasts in dainty claws, some of it even tickling at her bare abdomen, which was coated in a layer of water droplets. Her smooth stomach and cute little navel gave way to the tight denim shorts which I had missed in my earlier examination, they hugged at her nice round arse, accentuating it perfectly.
The pause of admiring Sam's beauty also gave me a chance to take stock of the lads that were with her. Both were around the same age, mid-twenties at a guess, and both were tall, definitely over six foot, and incredibly well muscled. One of them had darker skin, and charcoal frizzy hair, whilst the other was rather pale with some shining blonde hair that could have been mistaken for gold. The two of them peeled their soaked t-shirts off and then the blonde one, who I believe was called Danny, hoisted Sam up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and gave her a long passionate kiss.
The darker one, who seemed to go by the name Chad, pulled her away and practically ripped her tube top off of her. Sam's breasts made a slight wobble with the force of the action, then settled, round orbs which seemed to defy gravity by not at all sagging anywhere. I had to hold my breath as, for the first time, I saw her tiny cute nipples, bright pink and hard as anything, they suited her perfectly. Sam had always had a complex about her height, barely being above five foot, but I always thought that her size worked to her advantage, it meant that her breasts and arse looked bigger on her than they actually were.
Chad bent down to assault Sam's breasts, slobbering over them and seemingly chewing at the nipples, not to dissimilar to some sort of wild animal. It was that enthusiasm from that lad, as Danny dragged Sam's denim shorts down her dainty legs that stopped me from making my surprise. These men were now consumed by lust, a total infatuation with my teenage step-daughter, and I knew that if I tried to intervene, that they'd likely beat me half to death and carry on regardless. Plus, I had to admit that the sight of my step-daughter, now in nothing but a cheap thong, being manhandled and groped by these muscular men had given me quite the hard-on. It pushed and strained against my trousers, desperate for some relief.
Danny tore off the thong, and attacked Sam's bare sex, completely bald it turned out, not that I'm surprised, as I do believe that it's the fashion these days. Danny seemed to rather ineffectually attempt to stimulate Sam, and after deciding that she was appropriately aroused stood up and began to remove his own trousers. Chad pushed her onto the bed and did the same, both had relatively impressive members, Chad's was quite exquisite, and I must say had a sort of hypnotic beauty to it, whilst Danny's was smaller, even smaller than mine, but had a girth that would make up for it.
"Can't wait to fuck this bitch!" Danny exclaimed, as he greedily licked his lips, stroking himself to entice further growth. Chad straddled her, and pulled her legs far apart. Whilst I wasn't as the best angle I could still see a side on view of Sam and the two blokes who were about to defile her. Chad took his cock and rubbed it along Sam's now dripping sex.
"Samantha baby, you want me to ram my cock into you like some cheap slut?" Chad asked, teasing her entrance, whilst Danny jerked himself off to the scene.
"Yes!" Sam screamed, "Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am!" She begged, arching her back slightly, panting against Chad's taunts. He thrust himself in violently, gripping at her hips and began fucking her with wild abandon. Danny, clearly bored of just wanking, moved to the other end of the bed, kneeling over Sam. His free hand slapped at her breasts, which now jiggled with the animalistic rutting, then he slapped his cock against her face, the bulbous head occasionally slipping past her pink lips.
