A Week at the Cabin

When you own a cottage, particularly if it’s a good cottage, you come to expect friends and family to invite themselves over from time to time.

I have a pretty good cottage up on an island filled lake in Northern New York. It’s got two bedrooms, a dock, a small beach, and a terrific view of the lake. It’s hard to find, and kind of isolated, but I love it so much that I just can never seem to keep from bragging.

So, from time to time, I give in to less than gentle hints, and let various people come up with me.

Some weeks ago my ex-wife, Sue, dropped off my step-daughter, Wendy, there on the weekend. I hadn’t seen a lot of Wendy. During the divorce, I was unable to get visitation, despite helping to raise her for nine years and hiring a lawyer. The law stated that a step-parent can only ask for visitation if the child’s parent is “deceased or is disabled and is unable to care for the child.” Since her mother was alive, she was also able to make the decisions about who her child could visit. And my ex-wife didn’t care for me coming around at all; even to visit my step-daughter, with whom I had become quite close to during our marriage. But her mother had a week planned with a new boyfriend in Hawaii and must have been desperate since she had called me to see if I’d watch Wendy. I, of course, said yes.

At the time she stepped out of the car when Sue dropped her off, she didn’t seem that different from the fourteen-year-old of two years ago when I had last seen her. She was wearing a Soose sweatshirt and jeans. She is a blonde, her hair almost always tied into a thick tail that went halfway down her back. We spent the first day in some general conversation and catching up, but she seemed a little nervous and went off on her own for a good part of the day.

My first sight of her in a bathing suit was a surprise. The bathing suit wasn’t very revealing. It was a one piece, and kind of conservative, but it did hug her body like any bathing suit, revealing the narrow waist, the flared hips, the round behind, and a surprisingly firm, full chest, new developments in the past two years.

I only gave her glancing notice, though. After all, she was a kid, and my step-daughter after all. Besides, she mostly went off on her own, either in the canoe, paddling among the islands, or exploring the woods.

There were a few other cabins along the lake that she could reach on foot or by canoe, and she talked about someone or other, some girl she’d met at one of them. She even brought her over Sunday, a pretty brunette.

Since I was on my vacation, I didn’t have to go home on Sunday nights like most weekend visitors. I was going to stay through next weekend, which suited Wendy since she wanted to stay until next weekend, saying she was having a lot of fun with this other girl.

Like usual, Wendy went off in the morning while I read a book until the late afternoon sun was shining on me. She came back surprisingly early, and when I asked why, said the other girl, I forget her name, had gone home with her parents. That surprised me.

“1 thought you wanted to stay so you could play with her,” 1 said

“Mr. Paul!” she cried, in protest. “I do not PLAY!”

“Sorry,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I’m not a child, you know.”

“No, of course not,” I grinned.

“I wanted to stay because I like being around you and I love this place. It’s so beautiful. I love getting up early and hearing the sound of the birds, smelling the new day. I love paddling over to the islands and exploring.”

“I do too,” I said.

The cabin was too isolated to have regular electricity. It had a wood burning stove, and a small generator that powered the fridge and a couple lights. Extra light came from lanterns, and there was no heat except from the stove or the fireplace.

It was warm at night, though, so it didn’t really surprise me when Wendy changed into a nightshirt long before bed. The thin little nightshirt she wore was kind of . . . tight, and short, compared to the ones I’d seen her and other girls wear. I couldn’t help noticing her long coltish legs, or the small indentations of her nipples pushing against the thin cotton fabric.

But I was conscious of her age, and that she was my step-daughter, and didn’t pay much attention.

Several times, though, when she moved or shifted on the couch while reading, my eyes were drawn to those legs. And once, when she got up and went to a cupboard, she had bent over to reach something without bending her knees, and the hem of the nightshirt pulled up enough that I caught a brief glimpse of blonde pussy.

I was a little shocked at that, though now that I thought of it my ex-wife often didn’t wear panties under her nightshirt either. I quickly turned my eyes away. The last thing I wanted was for her to tell my ex I was peeping at her.

The next morning I got my next surprise. She put on a bathing suit, but not the one piece conservative number she’d worn on the weekend. This was a bikini, the cups simple triangles that exposed the creamy upper curves of her breasts. The bottom was narrow and high-cut, exposing her thighs and hips, and it didn’t cover all of her buttocks.

“What happened to the black suit?” I asked in surprise.

“I wore that for two whole days,” she said as if in surprise. “You don’t expect me to wear the same suit forever do you?”

“I guess not,” I said. “It’s a bit…small, isn’t it?”

“Mr. Paul!” she protested. “Don’t be an old fogey. This is what’s in.”

“If you say so,” I said.

Who could understand women? One suit was plenty good for most guys. Women, though, seemed to need at least three. I tried not to look anywhere I shouldn’t, reminded myself of her age, and that she was my step-daughter, and went fishing.

When I got back she was laying on the sand, all spread out, skin glistening with suntan oil. I said ‘hi.’ She said ‘hi,’ and I took my fish inside.

All day she seemed to find some reason to be around me, and a number of times she bent over, either towards me, or away from me. It happened too often to be accidental, but I still didn’t think much of it. I figured she was just another teenager having fun by turning guys on. It was something most young women enjoyed doing at one point or another.

That evening, she wore the same tight, short nightshirt, and even playfully sat on my lap once. I began to think she was carrying this teasing business to extremes.

The next day was a different suit. The top was even smaller than the one she’d worn previously, and the bottom was one of those thong things. Now I loved looking at pretty girls in thongs, seeing their round asses, but this was my step-daughter.

I didn’t comment, though, and tried to keep telling myself that I had no business looking at her. I spent a lot of time fishing that day.

When I got home she was lying out in the sun again, but this time she was topless. It was impossible not to say something.

“Wendy, where’s your top?” I demanded, trying to sound stern,

“Oh! I’m sorry. Mr. Paul. I didn’t think you’d be back this soon.”

“I’m back late. Anyway, there are other people around here, other cabins.”

“But they’re mostly empty except on weekends.”

“Put your top on,” I re-stated.

She obeyed as I walked quickly up to the cabin. I felt my cock hardening in my pants, and fought to turn my mind to other things. She had one hell of a body. She was small, but man, what curves! She had a helluva good set of tits, too.

No, no, no. I couldn’t think of that!

I did my best to stay away from her, and to keep my eyes and mind off her. She stayed in that damn bikini until evening, when she changed into, not the nightshirt, but a pair of cotton bikini panties, and a tank top.

Again, it was hard to criticize her, to say anything to her. My ex-wife had worn such things around the house. But she wasn’t my ex-wife.

I didn’t say anything, and pretended to ignore her as she made herself a snack, then sat down on the sofa. The tank top was tight across her chest, and when she turned to one side, she raised her arm to run a hand through her head, and the armhole of the tank top exposed much of the side of her breast.

I took a deep breath and looked away and then looked back again, this time, focusing my attention on her face; it looked a little red or flushed, anxious-looking. She never looked at me, but licked her lips and swallowed often. She was breathing harder than I thought she should be, and the way her nipples were pressing against the tank top, made it obvious they were erect,

This was more than just casual flirting, more than just cock-teasing. She was realty getting off on this. And damn it, so was I!

I had a hard-on, and had to keep the book I was reading low so she wouldn’t notice it. I wanted to strip her and shove my cock into her pussy. I wondered if she were a virgin, wondered if she would tell her mother what I did if I fucked her.

I wanted her bad. I didn’t care that she was my step-daughter any more. All I cared about was whether I could get away with it, whether I could fuck her brains out and not wind up in jail.

I couldn’t just grab her. But I could play the game back at her.

When she got up and went into the kitchen, I waited a few moments and followed. She was making cocoa.

“Well, that’s just what I was looking for,” I said.

“1 could make you some,” she said, face still flushed.

“Sure; would you?”

I grabbed a cup and went over to her, standing behind, her. My cock had settled down some, and was only semi-hard now. I leaned over her as she made cocoa for me, and then when she’d finished stirring I leaned over to pick it up, casually pressing myself into her ass, giving it just a little grinding motion before picking up the cup and walking away.

My cock was rock-hard by the time I passed out of the kitchen. Kitchen – well, the kitchen was just a part of the cabin where the sink and wood stove and cupboards were. There were no walls separating it from the living room – something my ex wouldn’t have liked.

I sat down, making sure to cover my cock. She was still in the kitchen, her back turned to me. The back of her neck was flushed. It took her quite a while to make her cocoa and come away from the counter. Then she sat down at the table in front of the picture window, and not at the sofa.

After a few minutes waiting for my cock to soften, I got up and walked over to the table myself, then sat down too. I talked to her casually about the lake and islands, asking her if she’d seen the river at the north end of the lake.

She didn’t look up, except for quick, darting glances, and her face remained flushed. She said she was going to bed, and I nodded, saying I was going soon too. I kind of pushed my chair back and around from the table as she got up, and when she passed I caught her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, laughing like it was just a friendly kind of thing.

She squirmed a little, but made no real effort to pull away. I had my arm around her waist and she was leaning back just a bit, her thighs tight together.

“Tell me, Wendy, do you have a boyfriend yet?” I asked.

She blushed and shook her head.

“Why not? Pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend.”

“I uh, I . . . I’m kind of . . . shy around boys.”

“You are. Why?”

“I dunno,” she gulped.

“You want a boyfriend?”

“I dunno,” she said, looking away.

“Well, if you don’t have a boyfriend I guess you’re a virgin,” I said teasingly.

Her face turned bright red.

“Never been kissed, huh?” I smiled.

“I have too been kissed.” she said.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?” I teased.

“A little,” she said; a shrug in her voice. Her voice was very tight, and she was as tense as a statue.

My left arm was around her waist, my hand on her belly stroking softly. My right hand was on her leg, stroking that casually. I moved my right up to her face, caressing her cheek lightly.

“I bet the boys are after you for more than a little,” I said softly, nudging her bangs aside with my fingertips.

“I’ll say,” she snorted.

“You have very nice teeth,” I said, sliding my thumb down against the comer of her mouth. “You should smile more.”

I pressed against the corner of her mouth with my thumb, drawing it upwards a little, smiling at her.

“I smile,” she said defensively.

“Tell me what the boys want you to do,” I said, now sliding my index finger along her lips.

“I . . . you know,” she gulped, looking uncomfortable.

I pulled her face around and kissed her on the side of the throat.

“Remember when I used to blow raspberries against your throat?” I teased, pressing my lips against her throat again and blowing a few.

“Yeah,” she gulped.

“So what do the boys want you to do?”

“I . . . they want to . . . you know . . . feel me,” she said, squirming a bit on my iap

“Where?”

“My . . . my boobs.”

“Where else?”

“My behind.”

“Where else?”

“Between my legs,” she said, whispering now, looking away from me,

“Do you let them feel your boobs?”

“Sometimes,” she gulped.

“Why?”

“I . . . it . . . feels nice . . . sometimes,” she said, her voice quavering a little,

“Do you touch them anywhere?”

“So . . . sometimes,” she breathed,

“Where?”

“They . . . their . . . cocks,” she gulped, her eyes widening, as though she’d said a word she shouldn’t.

“Do they get hard?”

“Ye . . . yes,” she whimpered.

“Do you squeeze their cocks?”

“Yes.” she breathed.

“Do you give them hand jobs?”

“So . . . sometimes.”

“Do they touch you between the legs?”

I slid my right hand down onto her leg, stroking idly along her inner thigh, keeping a good several inches away from her panty-covered crotch.

“Sometimes,” she gasped.

“Have they ever made you cum?”

“No.”

“Have you ever made them cum?”

1 slid my hand just a little higher; Wendy was trembling a little, swallowing repeatedly. Her face was flushed, and she appeared embarrassed, tense, and excited. Her nipples were hard little eraser points against her tight tank top.

I shifted her a bit on my lap, just in case she was forgetting my big boner beneath her, and noticed a slightly darker shade on her panties between her legs. It was dark and obviously coming from the moisture seeping through her pussy lips.

“Have you ever given them blowjobs?” I asked.

“So . . . sometimes,” she whispered.

I slid my hand back onto her face and caressed her cheek, then flicked back her bangs again. She was sweating nervously. I pressed my index finger against her sips, and dipped it between a little, then slid it back and forth along her mouth.

“Did you like it?” I asked, trying to keep my own voice even.

“Sometimes,” she sighed.

I pressed my finger a bit harder, and she opened her tips, and then slid them down over my finger.

“You used to suck your thumb when you were a baby,” I said. “I guess you never know where a talent like that can come in handy.”

She slid her lips down my finger to the knuckle, and her eyes tilted towards me as she sucked on my finger. She slid her lips back up and off them, and then turned away. I pressed my hand against the side other face and turned her towards me.

I caught her flickering eyes with mine and held them, and then pulled her head in against me. She fought a little, attempting to draw back. I saw sudden fright in her eyes as her lips neared mine. Then they were together our lips melding slowly.

Hers remained stiff for perhaps five seconds, then softened and parted. My arms around her tightened as our tongues slid slowly forward, experimentally tasting each other. Our lips moved slowly, wetly together, and her head tilted back, her eyes closing as she gave a convulsive, shudder.

My right hand slid onto her belly, then up onto her left breast. I stroked my hand very lightly along the underside of the round mound, but there was no resistance from Wendy, no sign of shock or resistance. I cupped her breast more firmly, squeezing it.

She groaned softly into my mouth.

I pulled back and her eyes flickered open, filled with excitement, concern, anxiety, embarrassment, and a mute appeal to continue.

I gripped the bottom other tank top and slowly peeled it upwards. Her eyes got wild for a second, and I heard a gasp of alarm. She seemed uncertain; but I sped up, pulling up the back and pulling it forward over her head, then tossing it away before she could reach for it.

She covered her breasts with her arms, her eyes huge. I smiled reassuringly, then gripped her small wrists and gently, but insistently pulled them free. Her face reddened as I exposed her breasts, but I kissed her, first on the side of the face, then on the neck, then on the lips again, and her resistance slowly melted.

I stroked the underside of her bare breast as I had before, only now feeling the warmth and softness, I squeezed the small orb, marveling at how pert, how firm it was. It had been years and years since I’d felt a teenage breast, far too long.

I eased her back, my lips moving with less restraint on hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth as my hand kneaded her breasts. Then I pulled back, easing her head back and raising her chest, looking down at those rock hard little nipples, sticking out so firmly, so beautifully.

I pinched one, squeezing it and pulling it up, then bent my head and licked a slow trail around and around it, wanting to prolong the anticipation. Finally I allowed my tongue to lick heavily across the quivering little tit button, and she jerked in response.

I licked again and again and again, then fastened my lips around it and suckled gently. I drew the nipple and areola into my mouth, licking my tongue over the sensitive flesh as I suckled. I closed rny teeth on her tit meat, though not tightly, nibbling and chewing at it as she wriggled a little in my lap.

She was grinding her ass down on my thigh, gasping and whimpering softly as she rubbed herself on me. Her mouth was opening and closing, her eyes tightly clenched, then she stiffened.

“M . . . m . . . Mr . . . P . . . Paaauaul!” she gasped,

I slid a hand down between her legs and squeezed her pussy, and she gasped and jerked her head back. She arched her back and bucked her hips upwards as I squeezed and rubbed her pussy passionately.

She bounced and shook through an obvious orgasm, moaning and puffing like a steam engine, then let her head fall back against the table, and with a soft, quavering groan, went limp.

I cupped her pussy gently, feeling the moisture of her against the palm of my hand. I continued to lick and suckle at her nipples and breasts for a minute, then pulled my head up and smiled at her face.

She blinked back at me, and then licked her lips. I raised her head and kissed her on the lips, then drew back. My right hand slid over her firm young breasts, then down her soft, concave belly to the elastic around her panties.

I hooked my thumb in the side and tugged downwards. Again I saw an instant’s alarm on her sweet young face, but she didn’t resist. I tugged her panties down, baring her softly furred pussy mound, then let them slide down her legs to her ankles.

She kicked them off with a little flick, and then turned her head away, as if embarrassed. She was practically lying across my lap now, rather than sitting, and I could easily see her dark slit peeking through the golden curls. Her pussy hair was moist, damp, and her thighs were warm as I gently pulled them apart.

I raised her upper body a little, so she could see better, then pressed my ring finger against her lips and slid it inside.

She sucked on it like it was a cock, sliding her tongue over it as well, as I pumped it slowly and gently in her mouth.

Then I pulled the finger free and pressed it against her slit. She gulped and stared in anxiety and anticipation as I forced my finger through her tight, moist pussy lips, moving it along the cleft so her cunt lips could close over it.

I began to rub it up and down, not seeking to enter her at all just yet. She squirmed a little, and said something so soft I couldn’t hear. I rubbed faster, pressing my finger against her clitty as she pressed her face into my shoulder.

“You like this, baby?” I whispered.

“Ye . . . yesssss,” she breathed.

I rubbed steadily, alternating between slight caresses, and harder rubbing movements. She started to squirm on my lap again, and I eased my finger down her slit, searching briefly before finding her hole. I slowly dipped my finger into it, sliding it into the tight, sucking heat of her body.

“Ohhh!” she gasped, panting harder and harder.

I screwed my finger in deeper, rubbing it back and forth against her clitty as I fucked her with it. Then I brought my thumb down on her hot little cunt button and pressed it downwards. She let out a soft exclamation of pleasure, then closed her eyes and let her head drop back.

I rubbed harder, fucking my finger inside her as she groaned and humped lightly up at me. Her ass rubbed and ground against my boner, and I feared I would soon cum if I didn’t stuff it up her tight pussy. I stabbed my finger deep, grinding the knuckle against her clitty, and felt her cherry deep inside.

I cursed and jerked my finger out, then undid my pants and pulled down the zipper. I shifted Wendy, getting her to stand briefly, and then jerked my pants down and off. She stared at my bulging cock with wide eyes.

I jerked my shirt up and off too, then reached for her, taking her by the hand and pulling her towards me. She struggled back briefly, but I pulled her forward, making her stand straddling my chair.

I leaned forward and gripped her ass, then licked forcefully against her tight pussy slit. She tasted delightful, and almost immediately began to grind her hips against me. I wanted to eat her to a climax, but my cock was getting ready to blow, and I wanted it inside her.

I leaned back, and looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with steaming, passionate sexual need, and her chest was heaving like a bellows. I drew her forward a bit more, then gripped her hips, pulling her down. She lowered herself and I held my cock up.

She hesitated, then halted, moving up again, I let go of my cock and gripped her waist, pulling her back down, lowering her to a squat. Her eyes darted from side to side like a bird seeking escape.

“Take my cock in your hands,” I said.

She stared at me in shock and fear.

“Take it into your hands, Wendy,” I said.

She looked down at it, and then hesitantly reached for it, gripping it ever so lightly in her small hands.

“Point it upwards at your pussy,” I instructed.

She raised it obediently, and then lifted her beseeching eyes to me again.

“Are you ready?”

“I . . . I’m scared,” she gulped.

“This is what you wanted, girl. There’s nothing to be scared of”

I pulled her downwards, and again she resisted a little. I felt my cockhead against her slit, and she jerked upwards then settled down again.

I pulled her lower.

“Put it in,” I said. “Put it in.”

I felt my cock nudging her hole, and pulled her lower. She whimpered as my cockhead split her muff and slid through her pussy lips. She was breathing even faster, and I worried she might hyperventilate or something.

I pulled her lower, and felt the helmeted head of my prick slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds of her virginal pussy shaft. I fed her another inch, then another. My cock was almost ready to explode, but I fought it down desperately.

I felt her cherry against my cockhead, and let go of her hips, stroking and caressing them instead.

“Do it,” I said. “Start riding my cock, honey. Let it up inside you.”

She shuddered, then placed her hands on my shoulders and ground her hips a little. She drew up, and then settled down her tight pussy flesh squeezing and stroking my cockhead.

She eased up, then down again, letting my cock press hard against her hymen. She withdrew then settled down again. Again and again she rode down my cock until it jammed into her hymen, then again, this time a little harder and her cherry was torn open. She cried out, and went still, trembling, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Then she slid slowly up just a bit, before sliding down . . . down . . . down. All the way down. Her eyes were clenched and her head pulled up and back a bit as her pussy slid right down my cock to the hilt.

I groaned too, and gripped her ass cheeks as I buried my face in her tits. I sucked and chewed on her nipples as I began to grind my hips around, and began to grind her around on top of me. My cock was deep in her soft, warm guts, and her pussy was squeezing and sucking on it, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing.

She was as hot as I was, though, and when I caught her eyes again they were desperate and feverish with desire.

“D . . . d . . . daddy,” she gasped. “Ohhh. OOhhhH!”

I dug my fingers into her soft, round ass and jerked her up, then back. I repeated the action, then again, humping my hips upwards the third time as she came down. She began to rise on her own, her strong young thighs lifting her up my cock as I sat there fighting my cum.

She slid her juicy young snatch half-way up my boner, and then dropped it down again. Almost immediately she jerked up once again, then down, and then was riding my cock for all she was worth, sliding that tight, teen pussy over mv cock with gleeful grunts and groans and sharp, high pitched cries of pleasure.

I tried to hold back, but once she started riding my boner I was helpless. I blasted off inside her like I hadn’t cum in months, maybe years. My steamy jism shot deep into her belly as she whined and yelped and bounced up and down on my lap.

I bounced her up and down with my hands too, and her soft buttocks slapped against my thighs each time her cunt gulped down my pecker. I leaned into her tits, licking at them as they bounced up and down.

Then she clutched me hard, mashing her tits around my face as she humped madly on my cock. She cried out in pleasure, a long series of yelping exclamations of pleasure that rose in strength and emotion, finally reaching a crescendo in a long, drawn out cry of ecstasy.

She trembled violently, and then collapsed into a limp ball of flesh. I pushed her back a little, though still hugging her tightly against me. I felt her cunt sucking-and spasming around my boner, and sighed in pleasure and relief as 1 hugged her.

She laid her head over my shoulder, panting for breath, groaning softly. I squeezed her soft, round ass, kneading the warm flesh. I picked her up then and turned to drop her on the table. She laid back, her arms flopping above her head, her chest still rising and falling rapidly she tried to regain her breath.

I sat down again and pulled the chair back, then gripped her legs and lifted them up and apart. I spread her open, then stroked her thighs as I looked at her small, neat slit, then licked a trail up and down along the edges of it.

I slid my tongue against her gash and licked it up and down lightly, then with more pressure, forcing it through her lips. I pulled her lips open with my fingers and lapped at her pink pussy meat as she groaned in pleasure, drawing her legs up.

I gripped her thighs and shoved them back more, then seized her hips and pulled her ass over the edge more. I rained kisses over her buttocks, then stuck my tongue into her slit again and screwed it down into her tight pussy tunnel,

She started humping up at me, and breathing hard again. The table shook as she jerked and writhed atop it. I mashed my face into her delightful snatch and sucked for all I was worth, my tongue whipping across her ditty as she yelped and moaned in pleasure.

The thought kept repeating itself in my head that this was Wendy! That this was Sue’s daughter. That she’d go fucking crazy if she knew what I was doing right now. But you know, instead of turning me off, that turned me on.

It was the old forbidden act. And also . . . maybe some kind of . . . revenge thing with Sue. I mean, she’d been a bitch through the divorce. Fucking her daughter was just such a . . . a big goddamn win over her!

Not that screwing my stepdaughter was ever a thought-out revenge on my part.

“OOohhhhhhhh'” Wendy groaned.

My mind was pulled back to what I was doing; Wendy was humping madly now, and as I thrust my fingers up her snatch she came. I sucked frenziedly at her clit as she gurgled in pleasure and arched her back.

‘Goddamn horny little nymph,’ I thought. ‘You really need it, don’t you baby!’

And my cock was starting to harden again. That was amazing, given I’d cum like gang-busters less than ten minutes ago. I wasn’t a. kid any more, even if I was fucking one.

I continued sucking Wendy’s slit until she calmed down, then stood up and looked down at her. I slid my hands over her breasts then leaned in and kissed her. She groaned weakly and kissed back only a little.

I lined her up, and then set her down on the floor, letting her fold down to her knees. I held onto one of her arms, gripping her hair with my other hand and mashing her face into my groin. My cock pulsed and hardened more at the feel of her sweet lips and cheeks against it.

She opened her mouth and I felt her lips slide over my cockhead, I let go of her arm and placed both hands lightly on her head, thinking again of my ex. Jesus, would she be pissed. She was probably fucking her new boyfriend right now, not thinking about her daughter at all, and if she only know what her little girl was up to…

She bobbed her lips willingly over my cock, sliding them down halfway to the base. I didn’t need fuck her face, she was eagerly pumping my boner with her mouth.

Then I pulled back and turned her around.

“Get on your hands and knees, Wendy,” I gulped, dropping to my knees behind her.

She twisted around and spread her legs, groaning as she set her head fall. I stroked her ass and slid a hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy mound, squeezing it.

I slid my cock into her, and she groaned long and low as it drove up into her belly. I groaned myself. I twisted my cock around inside her as I ground my hips against her ass cheeks. My hands slid up and down her sides, then moved under her to cup her breasts.

I started fucking her slowly, sliding my pecker back and forth in her teenage snatch, slapping my hips lightly into her buttocks. I looked down at her wrinkled little anal opening, and a kind of flash went off in my head.

I pressed my finger against it and wriggled it slowly inside.

“Ooooo, Whaaaa . . . what a . . . what are you doooooing?” she moaned.

I wriggled my finger into her ass to the knuckle and twisted it around inside her, then curled it up against her tailbone and used it to jerk her up and down while I fucked.

“Ever . . . ever been fucked up the ass, Wendy?” I panted.

“No!” she gasped.

“You know how guys stare at this round ass of yours, baby? That’s what they wanna do when they’re admiring it. They want to ram their boners up your asshole.”

I pumped my finger up and down in her rectum, then pulled it out and slid my cock free other snatch. I pressed my cockhead against her wrinkled asshole, and she groaned and shook her head.

“Daaaaddddy! OohhhhH! I . . . I don’t know . . .”

“You need it, baby.” I grunted. “You need a big ol’ cock up the asshole. Just think what your mother would think if she could see you now.”

I drove my cock into her with a fast thrust, and she cried out, her head whipping up and back. I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled back a little, then slapped her ass, the sound a loud CRACK! of noise in the small cabin.

She yelped, but as she did, I stuffed my boner into her to the hilt. I felt her hot, tight guts around my log and groaned in satisfaction.

“OhhH! Oohhh! Ohh God! Oohh God!” she whined.

“There you gooo,” I sighed.

“OOhh . . . I . . . It’s . . . I feel soo . . . so full!”

“Full of cock, Wendy. Full of cock! Just like you were made for.”

I pulled back a few inches, and then thrust forward. She gasped and lurched forward. I pulled back again, and then thrust in sharply. I ground my hips against her ass and then slapped her again.

“Oww!”

“Yeah! Yeah!” I gasped.

I slid my boner back down her ass tunnel until only the head remained, then drove it right back into her. I didn’t care if she was my step-daughter. She was a hot assed slut that needed fucking, and I was gonna give her the fuck she deserved!

I began fucking stronger, pumping steadily, but with growing speed, using the entire length of my cock. Soon I was pounding it into her, and she was yelping with every hard thrust. I was hammering my hips into her small, round ass hard enough to leave bruises, and jerking her back to meet every thrust.

Her head was bouncing up and down wildly, and her tits swung and wobbled below her. I pounded it to her as hard and fast as I could, getting kind of crazed with the lust and desire inside me.

I felt my balls swelling, and then picked up the pace even more, throwing a flurry of cockstrokes up her tail hole as my balls exploded. I cried out in elation, burying my cock up her tail, slamming into her so she fell forward onto her belly.

I fell atop her, my cock still deep in her guts. I continued to pump, though slowly now, crushing her to the floor as I dropped a hot, sticky load inside her. I groaned and slowed even more, until finally coming to rest inside her.

I was buried to the hilt in my step-daughter’s tight asshole, and she was groaning and whimpering below me. I rolled slowly onto my left side, taking her with me, hugging her against me. I stroked her belly and breasts, then slid my hand down between her legs and stroked my finger against her clit.

She started whining and humping back against me almost at once, and in a minute she came again, her asshole spasming around my softening cock.

Well, over the rest of the week I fucked that hot little bitch six ways from Sunday. I was actually surprised by how often my dick got hard. Fucking a hot, firm teenager seemed to make me horny twenty-four hours a day.

When I wasn’t licking her off, or sucking on her nipples, I was pumping my pecker up her snatch or asshole or into her mouth. I fucked her in every position I knew about, and even a few I didn’t, and by the time I drove her home the next weekend she knew ail there was to know about sex, and wasn’t afraid of it any more.

It had been her intention to seduce me, she said later. She wanted to know about sex, but was afraid of what some boy at school would say if she let him into her pants. She also didn’t want to be seen as ignorant and inexperienced.

I hoped it would be less than another two years before we were able to spend some more time together.