"Bernice, honey, everything's fine," my ex-wife Paula told her daughter. My ex-step daughter, I guess. Bernice was now 22. When I had split up with Paula, Bernice had been 16, and had always resented me for wanting to share her mother's affections.
All of that was long ago, and water under the bridge. I had accidentally encountered Paula while holidaying with my current wife Kim. We had just finished a vigourous three way sex interlude in our beach front cabana. It had been Kim's maiden voyage in Sapphic sex, but she had performed spectacularly.
I knew from comments Paula had made that Paula thought Bernice might be interested in an older man experience with me, but I wasn't sure this was the situation she had in mind.
"May I come in?" Bernice asked politely, forcing a decision. Paula looked at Kim, who was still slumped between her legs, languidly licking my seed where it flowed out of Paula's ass down the backs of her thighs. Kim in turn lifted her head and arched an eyebrow at me.
I shrugged. The entire episode thus far had not suffered by my just following along. I figured I would lean back on my cushion and watch how Bernice reacted. That would give me my cue.
"What the fuck?" Bernice exclaimed even before coming through the door. She stepped into the little hut, leaving the door open behind her.
I had not seen my former step daughter in six years. I had never been one of those sick guys who lusted after some adolescent girl. When I had known her Bernice had been a soft, doughy sixteen year old, her baby blonde hair just starting to mature into a honey shade, her wide ass not yet matched by any decent tits. Okay, maybe I had looked a little. If so, what I saw had not yet ripened.
The beauty standing inside our cabana was a different story. The little girl had not grown up, in height anyway. She barely stood as tall as my chin. She however had not grown out either. I later learned that Bernice had become a state champion contender wrestler, which meant she obsessed with building muscle and shedding fat. I was at just the right angle to see that her once too wide hips now just curved nicely back into a tight muscled ass, barely contained in a teeny little sea green bikini, out of which emerged two short but shapely stems.
Paula chuckled, watching my eyes travel down as I drank in each plane of Bernice's musculature. "You always have had a thing for calves, Stan."
"Yeah, he likes imagining them wrapped around him..." Kim added, "...first around his face and then around his ass."
"I think it's Bernice's ass he's thinking about," Paula laughed.
Bernice blushed. I noticed that, so my eyes weren't totally glued to her butt. As I looked upwards, I saw that her chest had grown tremendously since we had parted ways. What were once lemons were now watermelons. Naked watermelons. Bernice would never have to resort, like her mother had, to a boob job to grow self esteem. She had grown quite nicely naturally.
It suddenly registered that Bernice was topless, and the lack of tan lines suggested that this was not a new experience for her. Her freckled boobs were crowned by a fine pair of puffy pink nipples, blossoming out to great me more with each shallow breath Bernice attempted.
"I think he likes more than her ass," Kimmy teased.
I felt my cock starting to throb. That familiar feeling meant that just a bit more stimulation and my rod would swell and get chubby, and then, it would begin rising, defying gravity. If I didn't stop this process, it soon would be shouting, "Hello, world, I'm horny and proud of it."
That small section of my brain not thinking about fucking Bernice immediately realized that although Paula had hoped for a threesome including Bernice, I had no way yet to know if Bernice shared this desire. The swelling nipples might just be an automatic reaction to stress, or embarrassment.
Her smile however, blossomed as the corners of her lips curled upwards, seeming to reach beyond the edge of her ears to the sky. Bernice still had the apple red cheeks which I recalled from her childhood, but at 22, the bone structure was all movie star, and no more Shirley Temple. The sparkle shone into her eyes, which were brown with flecks of gold.
My cock passed the point of no return, rising from between my thighs and hoisting the fat head upwards, unaided by touch, but not needing any further stimulation than the vision of how beautiful my former step daughter had become.
"Wow, considering all the fucking already this morning, you're sure reviving quickly," Kimmy commented.
"Who has Stan been fucking?" Bernice asked.
This suddenly reminded me that Bernice had spent the entire ten years I was with Paula hating me. I had no reason to think she had changed her view.
"Both of us, dear," Paula answered. She quietly took a few steps over, easing behind Bernice, who responded silently by taking another step into the snug cabana. I now could feel her body heat.
"But first your Mom made love to me, and, well, I returned the favour, but what I did was pretty much just fucking, not much love involved," Kim added, as Paula took advantage of the distraction to quietly close the door.
"Mom!" Bernice exclaimed, her blush now flaming angrily as she turned to face Paula, "you are such a slut."
"You weren't complaining last night when you were listening to me get myself off." Paula replied. "I might be a slut, but at least I gather good memories, which in turn seemed to help you be pleased."
"You knew I was awake, and you still kept going?" Bernice asked, her voice faltering as she slowly calmed down a bit. I still was unable to gauge her response. Was she angry, excited, amused, or some mixture of all of these?
"Of course, darling," replied Paula, " by the time that I realized that you were awake and watching, I was way too far along to stop, and I figured if you got some enjoyment as well, it wasn't costing me anything. I mean, it's not like I asked you to lick my pussy or fuck me with a big fat dildo."
"Like...like... that one on the cot?" Bernice stammered, pointing to the toy which my ex-wife had used to fuck my wife a short while ago.