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Manipulative Stepdaughter

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"I've seen the way you look at me," my fourteen-year-old stepdaughter challenged me. "I think I know what you want -- I've seen 'Springer' enough to know about perverts like you."

"Wha-what are you talking about?" I knew, of course, as I felt the heat spread over my face in what I was sure was a deep red blush.

"Oh? How come you always walk into the bathroom just as I'm getting out of the shower? How come your eyes jerk away so quickly when I turn to look at you? You don't want me to catch you checking out my tits, do you?"

"How could you say such a thing, why I --."

"You think I haven't noticed that every time I decide to lay out, you suddenly have an urge to swim laps?"

"Courtney, you're crazy!" I turned in feigned anger and very real humiliation and headed quickly out of the room.

"What if I decide to tell my mother about you, huh?"

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The hot little eighth grader was right, though. I did have an uncontrollable lust for her. I'd moved in only six months earlier, and it hadn't taken long for the prancing, panty-clad pixie to infatuate me.

I guess that, at first, my stepdaughter thought of me as family, naturally enough. She'd taken no pains at all to maintain her modesty. Although I'd never even considered such a thing before, I was suddenly finding myself aroused by the pubescent little bitch.

I guess my first depraved thought had come during the wedding, when the sweet little thing had gotten all dolled up in a black cocktail dress to act as a bridesmaid. The juxtaposition of her youthful features with the mature costume was adorable.

Once we were sharing a home, I quickly noticed her habit of walking around the house in nothing but a too-tight T-shirt and panties. Her bra-less apple-tits would hang daringly out from her slender trunk, and her perpetually-hard nipples would poke through the thin fabric. Her sexy briefs accentuated her cute little rump, and many times her fat mons was delightfully exposed in a sort of white cotton bas-relief. I could not help but gawk at her.

It was a short step from that to occasionally filching a pair of her used underwear, into which I'd bury my face as an accompaniment to my increasingly obsessive masturbatory exertions.

But what had probably finally clued Courtney in to my attraction was my behavior once she started coming home from basketball games wearing her junior-high cheerleading costume. Perhaps it was the recollection of my schooldays, when I had numerous secret crushes on one cheerleader after another, but whenever she was wearing that cute little skirt and sleeveless top, I couldn't keep my eyes from roaming all over her delectable little body. One glance at her thin legs, disproportionate in their adolescent length, and I would be filled with the urge to reach under her blue-and-white pleated skirt to yank off her cheerpanties and bury my face in her crotch.

Regardless of when or where I might have let on too much, one thing was clear. Courtney was aware of my unnatural lust, and god knows what she was going to do about it. What if she did tell her mother? Hell, what if she told her father? As Courtney had implied, I had become a "Jerry Springer Show" cliché - the creepy stepparent!

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"I won't say anything to anyone, on a couple of conditions."

"Say anything about what?" We were alone in the house a few days later, and since, blessedly, she wasn't wearing her uniform, and wasn't down to her skivvies, I thought I might be able to bluff my way back to innocence.

"Oh, cut it out. That's the first condition - you admit it. You're like totally in love with me. I've got no idea how you can be, but there's no reason for me to share that with my parents - with either one of my REAL parents - or with the school guidance counselor. No reason as long as you help me."

"Well, I don't know what it is you want me to admit to, really - you're my stepdaughter, of course I love you -- but what can I do to help you?"

She snorted. "You know that's not the kind of 'love' I mean. Anyway, I think you understand me.

"My problem is that, before my parents got divorced, everything was fine. Both Mom and Dad talked like I'd be able to go out on dates and stuff this year. Now, they're both all weird, and say I can't go out with a boy until I'm sixteen. That's like two years from now!"

"Well," I replied, "I think that's normal. After a divorce, both parents often try to be 'extra attentive.' I'm sure it's for your own good."

"I don't think so, and neither do you. That's the second condition - that you take my side about dating whenever I bring it up. No matter what they say, you say I should be able to date. Okay?"

"Courtney, it's not really appropriate for me to voice an opinion on such things. Your parents have agreed to --."

"I'll let you look at my tits...."

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So that was that. I took Courtney's side in issues of dating, curfews, and activities. In exchange, she not only concealed my attentions, but she also seemed to encourage them. She favored me with frequent glimpses of her panty-covered crotch. She would keep her cheerleader outfit on all evening after a game. And occasionally she'd allow me to gaze longingly at her naked titties or bottom. I was horny all the time. I hadn't yet gotten a good look at her pussy, but the memory of the peeks at the rest of her body fueled frequent bouts of high-powered conjugal sex. I found that I most enjoyed visualizing my fourteen-year old stepdaughter when receiving oral sex. Yummy!

The moment when I sold my integrity the most blatantly arose when she demanded she be allowed to go out with a senior in high school, an eighteen-year old boy named Doug Walthers. Against all apparent reason, I steadfastly supported her. Against all expectation, with my help, she won the day. That Friday night, she was out with him until one in the morning.

After that, she had several dates with him. I could certainly understand why someone my age would be so attracted to a fourteen-year old girl, but I wondered a bit about Doug. In my experience, youth is wasted on the young, so the very immaturity I found irresistible in Courtney would, I thought, lead a senior boy to move on.

My habit of stealing and "using" her panties provided the solution to this mystery. The Saturday morning following her third or fourth date her underwear bore the telltale crust of dried semen. Doug was fucking the little cunt. I was jealous. I was horny. I sucked at the crotch as I masturbated myself into oblivion.

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That evening, she went out with the boy again. She returned at one A.M. once more, and I heard her quietly creep into her room, apparently hoping to avoid attention. Too bad. Shortly after she turned out the light, I entered her room and sat on the bed. I turned on her reading lamp.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself. You've been fucking Doug."

"I have not!"

"I'm afraid so. Your underpants have semen stains all over them. The pair you have on right now probably do, too."

She looked away. "Okay, so what?"

"Well, I'm afraid the tables have turned a bit. I can't help you do THAT."

"I'll tell my parents about you."

"What about me?"

"That you're a perv, that you like to see me naked, all that stuff!"

"That will sound awfully made up, don't you think, after I show them the panty evidence? You'll look like you're just trying to get back at me."

"Umm, what do you want?"

"You're going to take off those panties and give them to me. They'll go in my 'bank account.' And I'm going to eat your pussy."

"Eww!"

"What, Doug never ate your pussy?"

"No! Besides, that's totally different. You're, you're,...."

"...going to eat your pussy."

"Well, like you said, there's stuff in there - his stuff."

"I don't mind. I'll clean you out. Now get those panties off, now."

She grudgingly started skinning them down. "I'm not returning any favors, though. You know that, right!"

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Her juvenile cunt was everything I had dreamed it would be. Her labia were pretty much hair-free, and her mons was capped with just the sparsest patch of soft brown down. Her flesh looked wonderful, still tight and immature, but flushed red and slightly gapped open from the breaking-in program virile young Doug had been putting her through.

She was a little sloppy from her earlier adventure, and when I tongued up those leavings I detected both sperm and teen-aged cuntsauce. As I diligently worked her over, however, her responsive twat began to dominate the flavor. Courtney moaned, and stroked my head, so with this encouragement I latched my lips and tongue around her now-swollen clit, nursing at it like a starving baby. Occasionally, I opened my mouth wider to enjoy the tasty flow of her oils. My god how I had dreamed of this moment!

I was given a surprising gift when she shuddered through her first orgasm - from somewhere deep inside her loins there belched forth a thick wad of her date's seed -- heavy, acrid, and potent. I lapped it up.

I refused to let my stepdaughter rest, however. I continued to burrow at her crotch, bringing her up the slope of arousal yet again. Knowing I was not to enjoy any reciprocating attention from her, I began to play with myself. It was only a matter of minutes before her hands clutched at my hair and pulled my face forcefully into her climaxing box, and I came right along with her.

As I pulled my soaking wet face from between her thighs, I looked into her eyes. She smiled with joy, and I smiled right back.

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So began our symbiotic relationship. Courtney saw Doug every time she was allowed to. I'd help her sneak out to see him sometimes even when she wasn't allowed to.

In exchange, I'd get to skulk into her room after she returned, and suck the young stud's babybatter right out of her box. I know it might sound strange, but up until that point in my life, I had never had a more satisfying sexual arrangement than I had in masturbating with my face buried in my stepdaughter's crotch.

But things were about to get better.

I noticed that Courtney seemed to be enjoying my oral attentions more and more. She was returning earlier and earlier from her dates with her lunch box filled up, and she'd become impatient for me to join her to fulfill my duties. She also started inviting me to dine upon her at other times, even without a snatch full of her young man's cream.

One Saturday morning, it was just the two of us at home, and we took the opportunity for me to eat her to a couple of orgasms. She finally said the words I had been praying I'd someday hear.

"I want to try going down on you."

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I got completely naked, and climbed onto the bed, into her normal position. She took my station, on her knees next to the bed, her face between my spread legs.

"Are you sure you want to try this?"

"Yes. Yes, I think do. Want to, that is. Yes."

"Do you know what to do?"

"I think so. I should. By now!" She chuckled.

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It was fantastic. From the moment her tongue slid though my leaking crease until I ground my aching, spasming, exploding cunt onto her upturned, eager face like a crazed bitch in heat, it was the most wonderful experience of my life.

She enjoyed it as well, and we repeated the experience a few more times that day. In response to her fears, I was able to assure her that a love of pussy didn't make me a lesbian, and it wouldn't her, either. However, I must admit that I couldn't help but relive the day's sapphic fun as her father fucked me later that night.

My husband's ex has now twice provided for my lusts - first with a prick and now with a delicious pussylapper's girlcunt, and neither one of them is going anywhere soon. No, there is no danger now of Courtney revealing my unusual interest to her mother. The last thing my little eighth-grader wants is a custody battle that could take her away from her greatest source of pleasure - my tongue!

The End

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