Once she had come down from her orgasmic euphoria, I began to thrust in and out of her. I started off slowly and built up speed as her lubrication became distributed around my cock. In no time at all, Riley was moaning loudly again and I could feel her fingernails pressed firmly into my back. Before long I was going full tilt into her, adjusting my position occasionally to change the angle of my thrusts inside of her and either increasing or decreasing the amount of contact against her clit. Periodically, I would also lean down to lick or suck on her nipples. She wrapped her legs around my ass, trying to guide me and control my position to keep me against the swollen nub. Despite her best efforts I continued to maintain control of the angle and had her hovering on the edge for what seemed like an eternity.
After such prolonged intense sensation, I felt the buildup of my impending orgasm. I did everything that I could to hold off but her tightness made it extremely difficult. I was very relieved when I soon heard, and felt, Riley approaching her climax as well. I changed up my thrusts in order to increase the stimulus and quickly bring her to orgasm and was rewarded a few moments later. She screamed in ecstasy and I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock as I released a huge load inside of her just seconds after she exploded.
After catching out breath for a moment we shared a passionate kiss. Riley commented that we had best be getting back to where my step-daughter was. Agreeing, we both got out clothes back on. I grabbed the clams that I had collected and the two of us did the trek back to the beach.
“Where have you two been?” came the question as soon as we were spotted. “Oh; out clamming,” she continued without even giving a chance for reply when she spotted the bag.
The three of us hung out for a little while longer, laughing and joking around before it was time to start heading back ashore. The trip was uneventful and that evening was spent with the whole group enjoying another nice seafood dinner and relaxing out by the fire pit until we all went to bed.
The next morning started off as any other; waking up to have breakfast followed by discussing our plans for the day. My wife mentioned that over half of our vacation was gone and said that she would like for all of us to do something together that day. The boys immediately groaned their disapproval at having to hang out with two “old” people (my wife and me) as well as their sister, not to mention her friend. We told them that it was going to happen whether they liked it or not and the discussion turned to what to do for the day. After much discussion it was decided that we would take a walk on one of the wooded trails in the morning and then go out to a nearby shooting range once it was open at 11:00.
The trail was nice and relaxing since the day hadn’t warmed up too much yet. We only had one scare caused by a snake spooking my wife that was easily dealt with by giving it a gentle nudge with my walking stick and watching it slither off the trail into the woods. There had also been a few opportunities to show off my foraging skills when we encountered wild strawberries, cactus fruit, and beach beans. All in all, we had an enjoyable time on the walk and ate an early lunch before heading off to the range.
Our family had all been shooting before but apparently Riley had never even held a firearm before now, let alone shot one. Since I was the most experienced shooter, my wife suggested that I coach her a bit. Everyone in my family had been shooting somewhat regularly for at least a few years so they headed right away to fill out the range paperwork and select weapons to use. I took Riley aside and taught her some fundamentals before joining the rest of the clan on the range. I had selected a simple semi-automatic .22 rifle for her to start off with. I took her and my youngest son, who wasn’t too experienced himself, down to the far end of the range where we would be away from the other shooters and I could talk them through things easier. After another five minutes or so of coaching I felt confident enough in their understanding to finally let them have some ammunition.
The three of us started off very slowly with me standing in between them coaching while they took one shot at a time. I would watch as they fired each shot, see where they hit the target, and offer suggestions on how to improve. It took about 15 minutes before each of them had fired through the seven rounds that each rifle held. My son had gotten back in the hang of things quickly but Riley’s target looked like she had barely hit it at all. The rounds that had actually hit it were spread all over it and there were no hits at all in the large black circle at the center of the target. I told her to wait there for a moment and brought my son over to where the rest of the family was and asked my wife if she could keep an eye on him while I tried to work with Riley. I mentioned that he was doing pretty well and should need minimal guidance but due to his age I felt that he needed closer supervision.
Returning to the end of the range, I started coaching her on a few problems with her stance that I had noticed while she was firing. We talked about her sight alignment and breathing as well and we did a bunch of dry firing until I thought that she had gotten over trying to anticipate the rifle firing. She seemed quite attentive and appeared to truly want to learn and do well but seemed very down on herself that she hadn’t easily picked it up. She even commented on her displeasure that she was an adult and couldn’t do it but a ten year old could. I did a lot of encouraging and even offered to let her simply fire away down range with no target until she had gotten more comfortable and then we could work on her marksmanship but she was having no part of that. I finally felt that she was almost ready to shoot some more without extremely disappointing results for her but she was still having a big stance problem that she didn’t seem to be correcting with the coaching.
I told her to pick the rifle up and point it toward the target like she was going to shoot it and then to stay just like that. I then began to walk around her and move her around a little like she was a puppet. At first she resisted until I told her to relax and let me adjust her as I moved her head to get a better cheek weld, her off side arm to get better balance and support for the rifle, etc. Finally, I had to come around behind her where I could stand almost paired with her to see where her balance and aim were. I was so close to her that I was virtually pressed against her backside. I reached around her to do another minor adjustment of her shooting hand and had the other hand around her ribs just under her breasts adjusting her posture. Completely enveloped, she ground her buttocks against my groin playfully.
I may have overreacted a little and definitely shocked her as I replied with a very stern “not here; under any circumstances!”