An adult stories – Innocence Lost, Pt. 01 by AlexBarton2,AlexBarton2 Innocence Lost, Part One
By Alex Barton
Chapter One
Stephanie Harding was not a virgin when she started her first term at university studying French culture, history, language and literature. In fact she had been fucked surprisingly often, sometimes by complete strangers which took her by surprise until she became used to the attention her enormous breasts, the sweet little roll of flesh on her tummy and her plump, curvy ass brought her.
There had been the time at a rock concert when she was with her BFF Andrea and all the lights were turned off in the stadium so everyone could hold their phones up in memory of Freddie Mercury. Only the man standing behind Stephanie didn’t have a phone in his hand, he had one of Stephanie’s breasts, the other hand under her skirt, his fingers tugging her thong to one side. Stephanie let out an indignant little squeal when she felt him hunch his groin against her bottom which drove his very large cock into her cunt and he commenced to fuck her deep and hard until he buried his face in her neck and emptied his balls which surprised Stephanie when she felt herself climax in response. A moment later he was gone and Stephanie had to reach down to smooth her skirt back over her bare ass which made Andrea turn and ask her if she was alright. “Oh yes, fine,” said Stephanie, who had quite enjoyed the experience, the stranger’s thick, gooey sperm now oozing from her tingling pussy.
Then there was the time when she was on the Underground and the lights in the carriage suddenly went off; she felt more than one hand under her skirt fingering her to climax while cupping her breasts through her sweater and she really had to fight not to cry out with pleasure. And the time when she was at the top of the Eiffel Tower and a very polite older gentleman came up behind her and started pointing out the sights of the city, all the time sliding his hand up the inside of her thighs until he could raise her skirt and lift her on to her tiptoes as he slid his prick into her lusciously wet cunt. Stephanie stopped wearing underwear after that because there seemed little point.
Sweet and a little naïve, attracting what were, in effect, rapists like iron filings to a magnet, Stephanie discovered she really liked sex and was multi-orgasmic when her favorite lover, her own beloved daddy, seduced her. It was one summer’s night shortly after her mother died and she had been sleeping face-down on the top of her bed rather than under a sheet because it was too warm.
Suddenly she sensed movement and felt warm breath against the lips of her down-covered pussy. A moment later strong hands slid under her thighs and eased them open so that a tongue could slide from the tiny pucker of her asshole down the lips of her cunt to the tiny bud of her clit which was then licked, very softly, until Stephanie bucked her hips up, thrust her bottom back against the face now between her legs, and experienced her first orgasm.
So many followed that night she lost count and, by the morning, when she was curled up happy and extremely satisfied, she had her daddy’s sperm leaking from her cunt and coating the back of her throat, blissfully aware that no-one could have taken her virginity as sweetly and lovingly as her own father.
Naturally she shared every detail with Andrea the next day and her BFF promptly seduced her daddy, the two of them comparing notes on who did the nicest things to them when they were on their backs, their legs in the air, their heads thrashing from side to side as they squealed in ecstasy as their pussies were filled to overflowing and they almost drowned in the amount of sperm they swallowed. Stephanie was convinced that was why her breasts grew so big: because of all the thick cum her daddy spurted over them from his seemingly inexhaustible supply.
It didn’t take long for Stephanie to realize her daddy was insatiable when it came to fucking her. He never hesitated to ask her to satisfy him when he was in the mood for making love which seemed to be pretty much all the time. Indeed, he had just finished fucking his daughter on the Sunday morning before he had to drive her to college in the afternoon and Stephanie was curled up against his lower body as they enjoyed the delicious laziness of their slowly ebbing mutual orgasms.
“Will you miss me, darling?” her father asked as Stephanie cuddled herself against his muscular body, lifting herself up to stroke the weight of her breasts against the soft skin of his thighs.
“Of course I will, Daddy,” Stephanie said, surprised he felt the need to ask.
“I know you young girls,” he said with a soft chuckle. “You’ll be swept off your feet by some handsome young chap with a big, thick cock and you won’t want to bother with your old Dad any more…”
“Oh Daddy, there’s no danger of that,” she said, seeking to reassure him by opening her mouth and slurping in his cock to savor the flavor of her cream on his still-erect pole then releasing it so she could stretch up and kiss him, knowing stroking her sensitive nipples across his belly and chest would arouse him ready to make love again.
Her father’s eyes met hers as he caressed her head with his hand.
“I love you,” he said and kissed her, then lifted himself so Stephanie moved onto her back, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her mouth as her daddy slid his hands under the backs of her legs and lifted them high in the air, spreading them wide as he sank his prick deliciously slowly up to his balls in her sperm-filled cunt. Stephanie loved it when they made love face-to-face and they could kiss and, better still, her father could bend and suckle her heavy breasts, moving his mouth from one to the other, kissing, licking and biting the tips.
“Ohhhh, Daddy…” Stephanie moaned as she climaxed which she always did easily. “I love you so very, very much…”
*
The next day Stephanie was sitting on one of the two beds in a shared room in a Hall of Residence. The college preferred first year students to stay on campus; after that they could live where they wished. Stephanie was happy with the room she had been allocated: from what she had seen of the communal bathroom, kitchen and clothes-drying facilities (there was a launderette next to the mini-supermarket and bookshop in the Student’s Union building), the Halls were clean and modern which was how her ordered mind liked things to be.
The room itself was spartan but adequate. There were two desks and chairs, two armchairs, a small dining table, and points for students to plug in a TV if they brought one. The cupboards were big enough for two and Stephanie realized one thing as she sat looking out of the window across the fields which adjoined the campus: if she did not get on with the girl assigned to the room with her then life was going to be exceedingly difficult.
Stephanie had told herself not to cry when she said goodbye to her father. He had driven her down from Manchester and then waited with her suitcase, laptop and food supplies while she went through the formalities of booking in, paying her first term’s accommodation fees and finding the room.
“This looks very nice,” he said as he lifted Stephanie’s suitcase onto the bed she had chosen. “You should be comfortable and everything you need is only a short walk away.”
Stephanie did not respond, she simply wound her arms round her father’s waist and hugged him to her, her breasts mounding against his stomach and chest, her tears wetting his shirt.
“Hey, hey, what’s all this?” her father said. “You fought hard to get good exam grades and this is a chance for you to study subjects you enjoy and make new friends. You shouldn’t be crying. And besides, you’ll be home for Christmas and you know how much we enjoy buying each other silly presents and eating too much.”
“I know, Daddy,” Stephanie said, letting him go and reaching in her pocket for a tissue to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. “It’s just that I’ve never been away from home before and it’s all a bit scary.”
“Listen, put my photo by your bed and give me a ring this evening to say you’re settling down. You just have to find your way around, work out where everything is, get your study timetable sorted, all that sort of thing. Once you do everything will seem a lot less scary, I promise.”
“My big strong Daddy,” Stephanie said, reaching up to kiss him softly on the lips. “Always there for his little girl.”
“Now and forever,” he said and smiled. “Now come on, get your bed made, your things unpacked and I’ll be off. Alright?”
“Alright,” Stephanie said, and she was about to reach for the sheets but then her father reached out and slid his hands round her hips, turning her to face him so he could bend down and whisper in her ear, “When you come home for Christmas, can I fuck your bottom for the first time, darling? I’ve always wanted to and I know you love it when we’re making love and I push my fingers up your bumhole…”
“Oh Daddy,” Stephanie sighed with instant arousal, “I would like that so much…” and she slid her hand down to the front of his pants to close her fingers round his rock-hard cock, unmistakable evidence of how much the thought of having anal sex with her turned him on. She suddenly decided she wanted to do something to show her daddy how much she would miss him and knelt in front of him, reaching her hands up for his zipper.
“Baby, what if your roommate -?” he started to say but then could only moan as Stephanie opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips, sliding them down until her nose was buried in the black fur at the base, his glans down her throat. She had taught herself not to gag long ago and she savored the taste of her daddy’s deliciously salty precum which oozed from the tip.
Time and again Stephanie bobbed her head back and forth, letting the shaft, slick with her saliva, almost slip free of the oval of her lips, then swallowing the thick liquid as she took the full length back into her mouth, desperate for her daddy to spurt his cum into her tummy to satisfy her hunger for the thick, salty cream she loved so much. Stephanie was sure that was why her complexion was so clear and her breasts were so big: because her daddy had spurted his semen onto them since she was old enough for him to seduce.
“Oh god, I’m going to come baby,” her father gasped and he twined his fingers in Stephanie’s head, pulling her face hard into his groin. Stephanie was used to the intensity of her daddy’s orgasms and she milked his cock with her throat muscles as she felt his body buck and spasm, his cock swelling as jets of thick cum erupted from his glans, sliding down her gullet to pool in her belly.
At last the jets turned to drops and Stephanie moved her head back, licking her lips as she did so and looking up at her daddy whose face showed how much he had enjoyed what she had done for him.
“Thank you, darling,” he said as he helped her to her feet and kissed her softly, the two of them sharing the taste of his ejaculate as they did so often when they were together at home. Stephanie knew in her heart it would not be too long before that happened again and she decided she would try to make the best of the opportunity she had fought so hard to achieve.
*
Stephanie was careful not to take up too much space in the wardrobe and to put her laptop, pads, pens and portable speaker on one of the desks. She liked being organized and did not want to do anything that would get things off to a bad start with her new roommate. Her efforts made her ready for a drink and she grabbed her favorite mug, popped in a tea bag and went to boil the kettle in the communal kitchen. When she returned a black girl with a mass of frizzed up hair, wearing extremely tight jeans which Stephanie assumed were worn out because they had rips and tears in them, and a baggy sweater that left one of her shoulders and almost all of one breast bare, was standing in the room.
“Perfect, thanks,” the girl said and reached out to accept the mug, taking a big slurp.
“Aggh, no sugar,” she said, making a face. “I take two in tea, one in coffee. I’m Lucy Drewe, by the way, and I’m into girls.”
And the girl proceeded to shock Stephanie by putting her tongue out to show that it was pierced with a shiny silver stud and wiggling it just like Stephanie’s father did when he was licking her cunt cream from between her legs.
Stephanie had no idea how to respond. Her tea had been taken and she never shared crockery or cutlery with anyone and she had no idea what Lucy was talking about when she said she was ‘into girls’. Plus Stephanie felt embarrassed because she found herself unable to stop staring at how much of Lucy’s pert left breast was exposed.
“Christ, you’ve got a smashing pair of tits, haven’t you?” Lucy said, bouncing up and down on the spare bed. “And this room is so boooring. We need to put up some big art posters to brighten things up and I’m just the girl to have brought some. Where’s your tea and what’s your name? You’re not deaf or mute, are you? I mean I have no problem with the handicapped but it’s going to be a fucker because we won’t be able to curl up in bed together swapping filthy stories about the girls and guys we’ve met we’d like to shag and the dishy tutors who make us all hot and bothered…” Lucy stopped talking with a big, sly grin on her beautiful face that Stephanie found made her realize her pussy was wet which had never happened before because of a girl. But then the skin of Lucy’s nearly exposed breast made her think of dark chocolate which was her favorite and she stammered out a reply.
“Errrm, my name’s Stephanie Harding,” she said. “Excuse me just a minute,” and she rushed back to the kitchen to make a second mug of tea, completely shell-shocked and wondering whether she had just met someone from a distant planet who only looked like a girl her age.
When Stephanie got back to the room Lucy had made the other bed and was sitting on it, her legs folded into the lotus position, her arms supported on her knees, her hands held out in front of her, the tips of her thumb and middle finger touching, the first finger extended. Stephanie’s first thought was Lucy picking up signals from her home planet but then her new roommate let out a low, husky ‘Om-mmm’ sound and Stephanie realized she was meditating.
That seemed to suggest Lucy’s bravado and bluster was something of a façade and her new roommate was as unsure about living away from home as Stephanie was. At least Stephanie hoped that might be the case because she found the thought of Lucy being so much more at ease with being at college than she was rather intimidating.
Stephanie sat down quietly in an armchair, drank her tea and reached for the book she was reading. She was about to open it when the chanting stopped, Lucy opened one eye and asked, “Is he good?”
“Sorry, who?” Stephanie asked, confused.
“Louis de Bernières. Is he a good author?”
Stephanie closed the book with her finger on the page she was reading.
“Oh yes, very,” she said. “This is ‘Notwithstanding’. It’s a series of linked short stories he wrote for a newspaper and then collected them into a book. I’ve read it before but I love it.”
“Stephanie,” Lucy said with a serious expression on her face, hooding her eyes as she stared hard. “Are you a nerd?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Are you a nerd, a geek, always have your nose in a book, think TV general knowledge quiz shows are really interesting, President of the Chess Club at school and really good at sorting out problems with computer software?”
“I don’t think so, no,” Stephanie said. “I mean I like reading and I can play chess because my daddy taught me but – ”
“Ah, a ‘Daddy’s Girl’,” Lucy said with a smirk. “You’re really into ‘Hello Kitty’ and you still have posters of popstars on your bedroom wall and a collection of soft toys piled up on the bed – ”
“No, absolutely not,” Stephanie interrupted, embarrassed because she wasn’t being entirely truthful. Her father asked her to keep the toys on her bed because he loved it when she wore her old school uniform only now with her breasts bare under her too-tight cotton blouse and nothing on underneath her pleated plaid skirt, her hair in bunches.
Stephanie particularly enjoyed their favorite game where she pretended she had just come home upset from school because a nasty boy had called her ‘Big Titties’ and her father asked her to unbutton her blouse so he could check if the boy was telling the truth. She loved it even more when he filled his mouth with first one of her nipples and then the other, his fingers working between her legs where she was always very creamy and eager to be fucked. Which she always was because when she was dressed like a sweet little schoolgirl her dad had an erection as huge and stiff as a flagpole.
“Sorry, Stephanie,” Lucy said, her voice softer. “I didn’t mean to be a bitch. It’s just you look so well-organized and ready for anything and I’m scared as fuck, a knot in my stomach so big I couldn’t eat anything on the train and it’s a fucking long way from London and I’m starving…”
“Come on then, roomie,” Stephanie said with bravado that surprised her and reached in her bag for her purse. “Let’s go and see if there’s anything worth eating in the cafeteria and you can tell me your entire life story.”
“Only if you tell me yours,” Lucy said with a big grin and she linked her arm in Stephanie’s as they left the room.
*
Friday morning of her first week, Stephanie had just made herself comfortable in the college library when she realized she had forgotten a textbook she needed to prepare for her first French Literature tutorial and she dashed back to her room to get it. She opened the door quietly in case Lucy, who was a late sleeper, was still in bed. Stephanie saw that she was, but then, to her shock, she realized her roomie was lying on her stomach moaning softly, her lower body rising and falling under the bedclothes.
Lucy was obviously masturbating and Stephanie’s instant reaction was shock and instant arousal. It had been several days since she was last fucked and she never went that long without her daddy lying on top of her, their mouths fused together as he slid his stiff cock back and forth in her cunt, deliciously wet with a mix of her cream and his cum.
Stephanie was about to close the door when Lucy called out to her in a soft voice, thick with arousal.
“Steph?” Lucy had taken to calling her Steph within minutes of their being together and Stephanie found she liked it. “Please, baby…don’t go.”
Stephanie was unsure what to do so she stood motionless, watching Lucy’s body twist and turn under the bedclothes, the black girl writhing sensually as she squirmed her ass from side to side. Stephanie heard wet, slurping noises and knew Lucy’s fingers were between her legs and that her roommate’s cunt was as wet as hers was when her daddy fucked her.
“I was thinking of you,” Lucy said, her eyes closed. “When you’ve just got out of the shower and your beautiful big boobs are all pink and scented with your shower gel and your long blonde hair is still wet. You’ve got the prettiest little slit, like a little girl’s, and I just want to kneel in front of you like a dusky handmaiden serving her queen, reaching my fingers up so I can prize your tiny cuntlips open and lick your cream into my mouth, worshipping your stiff little clit.
“I want to feel your hands on my head, pulling my face against your mons, I want to make you open your legs so I can push my face between them and lick my tongue as far as I can get it into your cunt so your rich tasty cream pours down into my mouth and then thrust my tongue as far as I can get it into your asshole – OHHH, STEPH!” and Stephanie saw Lucy’s body heave and shudder under the bedclothes as she climaxed.
Stephanie was confused, shocked and intensely aroused, all at the same time. Her first instinct was to bolt from the room but she dared not: her friendship with Lucy would be irreparably damaged if she looked like she was upset at being the focus of Lucy’s desire. But she was suddenly so confused she felt faint.
She knew what a lesbian was, and she had worked out what Lucy meant when she said she was into girls, but she herself was only interested in going to bed with her daddy or perhaps, if she eventually met someone she liked, a nice-looking man. It had never occurred to her another woman might want to do all the things Lucy said she yearned for, especially not pushing her tongue in Stephanie’s tiny bumhole…nobody had ever done that!
“Please, baby, climb in with me?” Lucy said in a breathy voice, pulling back the covers to reveal she was completely naked, her breasts covered with a light sheen of sex sweat, the tips of her nipples erect, her clit standing proud of its hood. “I mean, I know I’m not your daddy and you really like it when he lifts your legs over his shoulders and slams his big cock into the depths of your cunt, but I can lick your pussy better than a man because I know what women like – ”
Stephanie’s heart started thumping and she found it difficult to breathe. How did Lucy know about her and Daddy? And then she saw her diary on the floor by Lucy’s bed and knew her roommate had been reading it and must have become so aroused it made Lucy desperate to masturbate. Stephanie understood why; she always wrote in great detail about what her father did to her so she could read it later and become just as sexually excited as Lucy.
Completely without thinking, Stephanie reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, shaking her hair out when it came free. She dropped it on her bed, her eyes meeting Lucy’s as the black girl stared hungrily at the plunge bra she was wearing, one of her daddy’s favorites because it created a glorious deep, dark cleavage between her massive breasts. Stephanie reached her fingers up to the clasp at the front and popped it open: the lacy cups fell away and she was half-naked before she had time to decide if she even wanted to be.
“God, you’ve got incredible tits,” Lucy said in awe which made Stephanie blush, secretly delighted.
Stephanie flicked open the button at the waistband of her jeans, ran the zip down and pushed them, with difficulty, down over plump curves of her bottom and her hips, suddenly self-conscious about her tummy which still showed the little roll she found it impossible to get rid of however hard she exercised. She had finally accepted it would have to remain when her daddy told her he loved to knead it with his fingers as he impaled her on his cock but that didn’t make her any less self-conscious.
Stephanie pulled off her shoes and then her jeans and dropped them onto a chair. Suddenly she was completely naked, the tips of her nipples taut, the bud of her clit poking out from the apex of her cuntlips, her mouth dry, her breasts rising and falling as her eyes once again met Lucy’s, her roommate lying on her side with her legs slightly open, her hand working furiously between the lips of her cunt, stroking and rolling and rubbing her prominent clit standing proud like a miniature penis.
“I can’t just stand here while you stare at me, Lucy,” Stephanie said with a little giggle.
“Fucking right you can’t,” Lucy said, opening her arms, her fingers clearly wet with her cream. “Get in here.”
“You’re very naughty for reading my diary,” Stephanie said as she slipped into Lucy’s bed, lying on her back so she could look up into Lucy’s face, her roommate’s naked body lying along hers, Lucy’s legs opening immediately so she could slither her juicy cuntlips against the smooth skin of Stephanie’s thigh.
“Sorry,” Lucy said with a cheeky grin. “But you really are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Loving it when you deep-throat your own father, loving it more when he’s lying on top of you thrusting his big cock back and forth in your cunt overflowing with his cum, and really loving it when he sucks his own spunk out of your cunt when he’s climaxed – ”
“Lucy, that was private!” Stephanie cried in a shocked voice.
“And you’re going to let him fuck your bum when you go home for Christmas,” Lucy said with a giggle.
“Oh Lucy!” Stephanie said, so embarrassed she put her hands over her face, refusing to meet her roommate’s highly amused gaze.
“Hope you’re going to tell me all about it after he does, baby,” Lucy said, her lips kissing Stephanie’s knuckles as a hint she wanted to kiss not her fingers but Stephanie’s soft lips. “Every dirty, sordid, deliciously wanton little detail?”
“I don’t suppose I have much choice,” Stephanie said, a gasp escaping her mouth when she felt Lucy’s hand settle between her legs and stroke very softly and gently along her cuntlips, closing two fingers over the aching bud of her clit and caressing it.
Stephanie lowered her hands, her mouth opening and she felt as if she would die with pleasure when Lucy’s lips descended onto hers, the black girl’s tongue sliding into her mouth as expertly as Lucy’s fingers were pushing deep between the creamy walls of her cunt, soft slurping noises reaching her ears only to be drowned out by the moans of delight Stephanie suddenly realized were coming from her.
Stephanie would have been happy to spend hours being kissed and stroked toward orgasm but it was obviously not enough for Lucy because the black girl broke the kiss and moved her face down past Stephanie’s chin to the slopes of her breasts where her mouth opened wide and she sucked in as much of the soft globes as she could. She sucked, bit and slurped on each nipple in turn, taking the tips between her teeth and bit them gently, pulling the buds out from her areolae to the point almost of pain and then letting them snap back, always with her fingers stroking between Stephanie’s legs to bring her ever closer to orgasm.
The pleasure of being suckled and masturbated was exquisite and Stephanie quickly found herself arching her back up, her cuntlips enveloping Lucy’s deeply buried fingers as she cried out in orgasm, suddenly fearful in case the girls in the room next door could hear what was happening. But then she realized it would be better if they did because there was no way this was going to be a one-time only experience; she was enjoying what Lucy was doing to her too much for that.
Stephanie wondered if Lucy was going to slide down the bed until her face was level with her cunt and replace her fingers with her mouth. But Lucy took her by surprise when she suddenly released Stephanie’s breasts from between her suckling lips, reversing herself and straddling Stephanie’s body so her smooth-shaven slit was inches from Stephanie’s mouth.
“Oh, wow,” Stephanie said and then moaned, “OH WOW…” as Lucy’s pierced tongue slid between the lips of her cunt, loud slurping noises filling the room as the black girl feasted greedily on the abundant cream produced by Stephanie’s intense arousal. In response Stephanie did the only thing she could, she slid her hands round the cheeks of Lucy’s sleek ass to pull her down, opened her lips and took as much of Lucy’s cunt, the lips slippery with her roomie’s salty-sweet girlcum, into her mouth as she could.
For long minutes the only sounds in the room were wet slurping noises and soft moans, gasps and sighs. The two girls devoured each other, noses, mouth and chins wet and slippery as they swallowed cum greedily and went truffling for more, their questing fingers instinctively seeking each other’s tight little assholes and pushing inside. Stephanie loved it when her daddy pushed his fingers into her bottom when he was fucking her and the thought that she had promised he could fuck her in the ass when she went home for Christmas made her spasm in orgasm, more of her creamy cum streaming from her cunthole into Lucy’s suckling mouth.
If Stephanie imagined her roommate’s sexual appetite would be satisfied by their delightful soixante-neuf she never imagined what happened next. Still licking her tongue over the sensitive surfaces of Stephanie’s labia, ovaling her lips over the erect bud of Stephanie’s clit so she could masturbate it like a miniature cock, Lucy slid two fingers past the creamy wet opening of Stephanie’s cunt, swirling them around to stimulate the walls of Stephanie’s pussy to produce more slippery lubricant. Then, to Stephanie’s surprise, Lucy added two more fingers.
Stephanie was now being fucked by four fingers thrusting in and out and she gasped and climaxed which distracted her for the few seconds it took for her to realize Lucy had curled her thumb into her palm and now had her entire hand stuffed inside the overstretched opening of Stephanie’s cunthole. Goodness, she wondered, was this what lesbians did to each other? She knew her daddy was well-endowed but no way was his cock anywhere near this big.
Struggling for breath, overwhelmed by the sensation as she was fisted and had her clit licked furiously at the same time, Stephanie screamed out in ecstasy, a flood of her cum pouring down over Lucy’s deeply buried hand which, Stephanie had to admit, at least made it easier for her to accommodate the width of the black girl’s pistoning hand. And Lucy had to be just as happy with Stephanie licking avidly between her legs because a stream of fluid suddenly spurted from the black girl’s sex, soaking Stephanie’s face with sweet warm creamy liquid. Licking her lips Stephanie found she really liked the tangy taste, savoring the delicious flavor.
At last both girls’ sexual appetites were momentarily satisfied and Lucy gently withdrew her hand, reversing her body once more so she could snuggle her head against Stephanie’s soft breast, licking the sweat from her armpit which made Stephanie giggle with delight. As if by instinct Lucy’s fingers made their way back between Stephanie’s legs, gently stroking her roommate’s clit as if to warn her she was still not finished. Stephanie smiled, too satiated to care.
She missed her beloved daddy so much and was looking forward to seeing him at Christmas. But she had discovered a way to fill the emptiness she felt at not having him in her life and that was by making love with beautiful, funny, loving Lucy. Stephanie had come to college to discover what the world away from home had to offer and her first sexual with a girl had turned out to be absolutely amazing…
Chapter Two
By the end of Stephanie’s first term she knew she had a problem. Quite a big problem. One she would have liked Lucy’s help with but she had no idea how to ask because she was afraid it might make her roommate feel second-best, which was the last thing Stephanie wanted.
When Stephanie first saw her French literature tutor, Henri de Chardin, she had to stop herself from sighing like a lovestruck schoolgirl smitten with desire because he looked just like the film star Jean Reno with close-cropped black hair, blue eyes behind wire-framed glasses, high cheekbones, full lips and a little goatee beard. Thankfully, Henri did not share the French penchant for Gitanes and scruffy intellectualism and was very well dressed, favoring corduroy jackets with leather patches on the elbows, an expensive Waterman pen tucked in the top pocket.
“Bonjour,” he said as the three students in his tutorial group entered his room in the department and found seats on the sofa and armchairs. Stephanie blushed because she felt his eyes on her, his frank gaze taking in the size of her breasts under her V-neck sweater and the way the massive globes bounced as she moved, the tightness of her jeans creating a noticeable cameltoe between the lips of her cunt. Stephanie knew they were too tight when she bought them but she knew her daddy would love them so she bought them anyway.
Stephanie sat on the big sofa opposite Henri’s desk, holding her notepad and pen tightly on her lap to conceal the growing wet patch between her legs which she knew made her cameltoe even more visible and she was shocked when she suddenly caught the hot scent of her arousal. Sometimes it wasn’t the best decision not to wear panties…
“Charles Baudelaire. His book of decadent and erotic poetry, ‘Les Fleurs du Mal’, published in Paris in 1857,” Henri said. “You all have it?”
Everyone nodded and Stephanie reached into her bag for her copy. The movement made her breasts mound against her thigh, her cleavage becoming even more pronounced, which she was quite sure that Henri noticed.
“Let us look at ‘La Beauté’, si’il vous plait,” Henri said, a poem Stephanie knew well. Henri quoted the last verse, ‘Car j’ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,/De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:/Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!’ then asked Stephanie to translate it. She paused and then said, ‘For I have to enchant those submissive lovers/Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:/My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness!’ and felt herself blush at how subtly sensual the verse was, the reason she knew for its lasting appeal and popularity.
The tutorial continued and Stephanie found she really enjoyed translating, joining in with the discussion on the meaning of the verses and why she thought the poet had chosen specific words and phrases. All too soon the hour passed and, because it was the first session, Henri set no reading assignments or essays but smiled when he said this would not be the case the following week.
Despite hoping she could control her attraction to the gorgeous Frenchman, Stephanie was again very aroused when she took her place on the sofa at the next tutorial session the following day. This time she made the mistake of thinking about Henri as she walked across campus so that, by the time she entered the Modern Languages building, her jeans were pressing tight against her erect clit and she needed to slip into a ladies room to pull them down, open her legs and bring herself to a surprisingly quick but intense orgasm. She used a tissue to wipe her slippery cuntlips but her spasming pussywalls were still very wet which would mean there was no way she could stop her body betraying her arousal to Henri’s eyes and nose.
‘Oh well, can’t be helped I suppose,’ she said to herself as she picked up her bag and walked along the corridor to his office.
Her haste to see Henri meant she was the first student to arrive. She took her seat opposite his desk, keeping her legs closed, but he stood up from behind his desk and walked across so he could look down, his eyes meeting hers as he said in a voice which stroked its way down Stephanie’s spine and almost made her come as hard as she had in the ladies room, “I must compliment you on your French accent, Miss Harding.”
“Thank you,” Stephanie said, blushing furiously when she saw barely concealed desire in the Frenchman’s eyes. “I was once mistaken for being French by a gendarme in Paris.”
Stephanie decided not to add that at the time she was spread out on the back seat of the policeman’s patrol car, her breasts bared and her skirt pulled up round her waist while the very handsome gendarme was standing with his trousers round his ankles and her legs over his shoulders. He was fucking his big Gallic prick hard and deep into her pussy which made her voice thick with lust as she begged him to fuck her even harder. And all she did was ask the helpful policeman for directions to the Louvre Museum…
“You remind me of Béatrice Dalle, the film actress,” Henri said. “You know of her?”
“I’ve heard of her but not seen any of her films,” Stephanie admitted.
“Ah, mon Dieu!” Henri said in mock horror. “You have not seen Jean-Jacques Beineix’s ‘Betty Blue’? It is a masterpiece and Béatrice is the star opposite Jean-Hughes Anglade. You are perhaps free at this evening?”
“Err…yes, why?” Stephanie said.
“I would like it very much if you would join me then so we could watch the picture together. If I turn the English subtitles off it can be an extra-curricular lesson. You will come?”
Oh god, bloody right I will, thought Stephanie. Right now in a big squirming mass of ecstasy with my breasts bouncing and my cunt squirting my cum across the room probably. She desperately wanted to rush back to the ladies room, squirm her jeans down over her curvy buttocks and slide her fingers over her aching clit and then push them as far into her cunt as she could. The fingers of both hands she was so aroused. But first she had to get through the tutorial so all she said was, “Thank you, M. de Chardin. I would really like that.”
“Bien,” he said as he walked back round his desk and sat down, “And please call me Henri. I will order pizza and we can share a bottle of wine from Provence which is where I was born.”
Henri smiled and Stephanie found herself Lucy didn’t have lectures that afternoon because she realized her fingers alone would not be enough: she needed her roommate’s mouth suckling her cunt and Lucy’s vibrator fucking her really, really hard at the same times as she was having her stiff little clit licked and suckled and bitten until she creamed and came like a fucking express train…
*
Stephanie’s libido was still in overdrive when she returned to the Modern Languages Department shortly before 6pm. She had begged Lucy to spend the afternoon in bed, showing her roommate just how creamy wet her cunt was, hoping Lucy would not be able to resist diving in immediately. But Lucy, although never knowingly turning down an opportunity to shag her roommate silly, had a chemistry practical she could not afford to miss and had to break off their lovemaking session when Stephanie had only come five times and still felt horny as hell.
Lucy did, however, promise that when Stephanie returned she would make up for it with more luscious orgasms than Stephanie could count, provided her roommate told her every deliciously sordid of what happened with the gorgeous Frenchman. By her own admission Lucy was solely into girls but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire a handsome man and she had whistled softly in approval when Stephanie pointed Henri out one night when the two girls were enjoying a drink together in the Student’s Union bar.
Knocking and entering on hearing Henri call out ‘Come’, Stephanie saw the box containing the pizza was open on the coffee table, the wine uncorked to let it breathe and Henri was reading ‘Le Monde’, France’s daily newspaper. He had pulled the TV stand round to face the sofa and the DVD was already sitting in the tray.
“We shall eat first so we are not distracted,” Henri said as he got up and kissed Stephanie on her left cheek, then the right. Stephanie found herself wishing he would kiss her on the lips instead, preferably the ones between her legs, but she had no idea if he was as attracted to her as she was to him and so she forced herself to calm down and remember it was only the second week of term. If she did anything stupidly impulsive it would make things between her and Henri very difficult.
Whatever reserve Stephanie was trying to hold onto evaporated when the movie started. The actress playing Betty and the actor playing her lover were fucking, Béatrice on her back on a bed with her legs open and waving in the air, Jean-Hughes lying on top of her, his muscled ass flexing as he drove his cock repeatedly into her upturned cunt. Judging by the loud moans and cries of pleasure as the actress neared orgasm, answered by the grunts and gasps of the actor as he plowed her into the bed, it was a case of art imitating life and there was nothing fake about the scene which went on for an astonishing ten minutes. If Stephanie had not been creamy wet between her legs when she walked into Henri’s room she was now and her nipples were achingly hard under her sweater which meant her French tutor could clearly see the effect the film was having on Stephanie’s libido.
All through the movie Henri remained on his side of the sofa as Stephanie did on hers, both of them sipping wine and Henri refilling their glasses when they were empty. The movie moved inexorably toward a sad typically-Gallic ending which upset Stephanie and there were tears in her eyes when Henri pointed the remote at the player and turned it off. It had grown dark outside as Stephanie reached into her bag for a tissue.
“I am sorry,” Henri said gently. “I should have warned you I think.”
“No, it’s okay,” Stephanie said but she melted when he moved closer to her and put his arm round her shoulder, cupping her face in his hand as his mouth moved so close to hers there was only an inch or so between their lips.
“May I…comfort you a little?” he said softly, his blue eyes meeting hers.
Stephanie groaned softly and said, ‘”Oh yes, please,” and then she found herself being kissed deeply, Henri’s tongue sliding in to explore her mouth while his hands worked up and down her back.
She pressed her body against his, delighting in wanting him so badly she was absolutely desperate to be fucked. She shivered and he pulled away.
“Is everything okay?”
“Everything is perfect,” she whispered against his ear and took one of his hands and brought it to her breast and then kissed him again as he began to massage the big globe through her sweater, making her moan, his lips moving against hers as he stroked his thumb back and forth over the taut tip of her nipple.
Without breaking apart, Stephanie fell back onto the cushions and slid her hands over Henri’s chest, pulling at his clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off with his jacket, then brought her hands back to feel the lean muscles of his stomach. He hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and she lifted her arms to let him pull it off, her huge breasts falling free.
Henri let out a soft gasp of wonder as he caressed the heavy globes and he opened his mouth, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking on it hard. Stephanie cried out and pulled him to her, running her hands down his back and letting her nails run back up. He drew away for a moment so he could coax her back onto the couch and grabbed at her skirt, running the zip down and then squirming it down over her hips and dropping it over the back of the sofa. He stood up for as long as it took to get rid of his trousers, socks and shoes and then fell on top of her, Stephanie spreading her legs to let him climb between them. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and she raised her hips to grind her mons against his crotch, shivering as she felt his long thick prick sliding between her cuntlips, the tip slippery with his precum.
Stephanie wanted Henri’s cock thrust hard into her body until his balls slapped against the furrow of her ass. But he held back and, instead, slid down and put his hands underneath her hips to cup her ass cheeks and bring her pussy up to his waiting mouth. The moment his tongue pushed between the pink lips and delved deeply between the creamy-wet walls Stephanie groaned and writhed on the couch, her too-long-delayed orgasm exploding deep in her belly. Henri’s thrusting tongue felt wonderful and she begged him to move to her erect clit which ached to be touched and the Frenchman obeyed immediately, slathering his tongue repeatedly over the bud of her clit until she climaxed again, her stomach muscles tensing and her pussy spasming as her whole body trembled in blissful release.
And then Henri suddenly lifted himself up and, with a hard thrust, buried his cock in Stephanie’s overflowing cunt, prolonging her orgasm. She was becoming too sensitive, begging him to slow his deep, hard thrusts, arching her back to pull away from his frantic fucking. He responded by withdrawing his cock and taking hold of her waist so he could flip her over and pull her to her knees so she was bent over the sofa, her breasts mounded beneath her, her mouth slightly open as she drooled onto the leather. Henri quickly shoved the coffee table back, knocking off the empty pizza box as he got to his knees behind her.
Overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of another orgasm building within her, Stephanie did not react at first when Henri’s hands caressed the plump cheeks of her ass but she turned her head when he suddenly spread them open.
She had promised her daddy her first experience of anal sex would be with him, wanting to be lying face-down on her bed, her soft toys clutched in her fingers as she delighted in the slow, sensual way her father worked gel past the tight muscle of her anus and then along the walls of her rectum, taking his time as he brought her, trembling with anticipation, to the point where he could replace his fingers with his cock. Then he would sink himself slowly into her body slowly as she relaxed her back passage until she could feel his glans was buried deep in her bowels.
But this was nothing like that at all.
Henri leaned down and pushed his tongue against the tight muscle of her asshole, forcing it open. Stephanie moaned aloud when she felt him working his tongue into her rectum, surprised and delighted by how incredibly good it felt. It was as if her senses were intensified around her anal opening and she felt every thrust of Henri’s wet tongue as it sent chills up and down her spine and deep into her cunt, flooded with her slippery cream.
Stephanie would have been in ecstasy having Henri fucking his tongue as far as he could get it into her back passage but he suddenly straightened up and started searching in the pocket of his jacket for something and the next thing Stephanie felt was the nozzle of a tube being pushed past the tight muscle of her anal sphincter and cool liquid filling in her rectum. As soon as Henri pulled the tube free he thrust two fingers into Stephanie’s asshole and began to fuck her with them, spreading her rectal walls and working her tight anus open. She felt him pushing his fingers deep inside her and she shivered, desperate to be fucked hard again. But Henri only thrust in his fingers several more times and then they were gone and suddenly the swollen head of his cock was positioned against her pulsing little rosehole.
Before Stephanie could react, Henri closed his hands round her waist and started to push his cock slowly but firmly into her bottom. She felt her anus tighten against the invasion, the seemingly massive pole filling her rectum, her whole body radiating with the sensation of being impaled on the Frenchman’s long, thick prick and she groaned as he moved deeper inside her, making her feel almost uncomfortably full. But his hands gripped her hips and he began moving deeper, forcing his cock all the way in until his balls slapped against her dripping pussylips and grinding his hips against her upturned ass as he buggered her, forcing her back passage to open up and take him in.
As he moved within her ass, Henri reached up and wrapped his hands around Stephanie’s throat and she felt him squeeze, pulling her body up from the couch as he ground his cock deep into her bowels. She felt her air being cut off and the feeling of having his prick buried deep inside her bowels intensified and her pussy spasmed in response. Then, when Henri had managed to get her standing, he let go of her throat and pulled out of her ass, his cock jutting out, slippery with a mix of lube and cum, leaving her anus gaping open.
Henri took Stephanie by the waist and maneuvered her onto the floor and then took her legs in his hands, pulling her up so her legs were bent back and spread wide, her ankles by her head. Breathing hard, her breasts jiggling on her chest, Stephanie watched as Henri again took hold of his cock and positioned the glans against the distended opening of her anus.
As he lowered himself down, his cock once more sliding past her sphincter and into her rectum, Stephanie’s muscles tensed and her body jerked up from the floor and then bounced back down again. Henri was fucking her ass hard, deeper than ever as he squatted above her, pistoning almost straight down into her now aching bottom. Her breasts, filling the width of her chest, almost smothered her as Henri increased the speed of his thrusts, each downward lunge of his hips making him grunt and Stephanie whimper with the sensation of having her asshole stuffed full to capacity.
Finally, Henri withdrew his cock from her ass and pulled Stephanie to her knees in front of him. Reaching down and grabbing her arms, he pulled them up behind her so that she had to rely on him totally for balance. Then, bringing his hard cock in front of her lips, he flexed his hips forward to force the head over her tongue and down her throat, filling it and making her gag. He climaxed and Stephanie’s mouth and throat were flooded with his thick semen, Henri thrusting against her face over and over, forcing Stephanie to swallow, her mouth and nose filling with the taste and smell of her asshole on his ejaculating cock.
When he finally released her, Stephanie lay down on the couch and Henri lay down beside her, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest heaving with his ragged breathing. Stephanie’s own breathing was harsh as well but she felt exhilarated, her plundered asshole throbbing and her pussy clenching with the delicious aftermath of so many climaxes she had lost count, the back of her throat coated with the remnants of Henri’s cum. She felt incredible, aware that her introduction to anal sex had been grueling as Henri took his pleasure in her asshole, but she also felt completely satisfied and happy.
After a while, Stephanie looked up at Henri. He smiled and brushed some stray hairs from her face.
“Ahh, cherie,” he said. “Have I given you some pleasant memories for when you next sit on this couch?”
“Well, now you mention it, I have rather a bad memory,” Stephanie said with a giggle. “It would be ever so useful if you would remind me sometime in the near future?”
Henri kissed her, and she began to feel his cock growing hard against her thigh as her own body started to respond. Pulling back slightly, she grinned. “Or perhaps now? Just to make absolutely sure I am on top of the subject…?”
“Now that is poetry to my ears,” Henri said, laughing softly. “Even better than Baudelaire…”
And Stephanie moaned softly with pleasure as Henri slid off the couch so he was kneeling between her legs, his hands sliding under her thighs to lift her up so her asshole, now overflowing with his cum, was level with his cock and all he had to do was slide it slowly back into her rectum.
Henri’s mastery of her, his hands round her throat, the furious fucking he gave her ass, the way he came in her mouth when his cock had been buried in her bowels were all new experiences Stephanie found intensely exciting and enjoyable. She knew whatever innocence she might have had when she came to university was slipping away very rapidly. But that suited her just fine…
Chapter Three
There were loving hugs, squeals of excitement and even a few tears between Stephanie and Lucy as they said goodbye at the station, their trains going in opposite directions to take them both home for Christmas.
Lucy was going to London where her father and mother were hosting a Caribbean Christmas with breakfast including ackee, the Jamaican national fruit, with saltfish, breadfruit, fried plantains, boiled bananas, freshly squeezed fruit juice and tea. Dinner would be in the late afternoon which Lucy said could be any of turkey, chicken, curry goat or stewed oxtail but always with rice and peas. She was hoping for the latest Samsung phone but said ‘the fucking thing costs nearly a grand’ so she would be happy with whatever model her mum and dad could afford.
Unconcerned whether anyone was watching, Lucy gave Stephanie a long, lingering kiss on the lips and made Stephanie promise that next Christmas she would go with Lucy to meet her family for Christmas.
“My folks will love you because they reckon white girl tastes better than curried goat,” Lucy said with a giggle and waved as she climbed aboard the high-speed rail link to London Euston while Stephanie dashed across to the northbound platform just in time to catch her own train to Manchester Piccadilly.
Stephanie dozed for most of the journey, ignoring the glances of the two lads who sat opposite her because she knew they were staring at her breasts, her mind filled with delicious thoughts of what she and Henri had done to each other the night before.
‘Betty Blue Night’, as she and Henri called it, could so easily have been a one-off but Henri had decided he wanted them to become a couple, albeit one they had to conceal because a tutor having sexual relations with a student was a sackable offense. Like Stephanie and Lucy, Henri was going home for Christmas, catching a plane from London Heathrow to Marseille where his father would meet him. And Henri had promised that at Easter she would fly to the south of France with him to meet his parents.
“I will fuck you in the ass when we are over the Alps,” he whispered in her ear and then proceeded to do just that, climaxing several times before he withdrew his prick for Stephanie to suck avidly into her mouth. She was quite used to doing that now and had developed a fondness for the rich flavor of her plundered back passage.
Whatever sexual sophistication Stephanie had acquired, every detail carefully recounted in her diary, she felt them slip away as she stepped off the train, walked down the platform and saw her daddy, the man she loved and lusted after more even than Henri, standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a soft smile grin on his face, his eyes shining with love for his little girl.
And Stephanie felt like she was his little girl again, running to him and flinging her arms round his neck so she could hug him tight, reassuring herself nothing about him had changed, he was still her gorgeous daddy, he still smelled of his favorite Chanel cologne, and she could feel his cock was immediately hard when she kneaded her huge breasts against his chest, loving the feeling of his strong arms around her.
If Stephanie wondered just how much her father had missed her she was given impressive proof within seconds of his closing the front door. His hands gripped her round the waist, his mouth seeking hers hungrily, her fingers hurriedly opening his belt and running down the fly of his pants to push them down over his hips so he could lift her back against the wall and thrust his hugely erect cock deep into her sopping wet cunt.
“Oh, Daddy!” Stephanie screamed in delight and pleasure as she came, and she continued to cry out, moan, whimper and whisper softly the word Daddy for much of the night until he finally lowered her spread legs from where they had been waving in the air back onto the bed so she could curl up against him and fall into a satiated sleep, a huge mass of cum leaking from her gaping pussylips onto the sheets. They both knew it was not worth getting up to change them; Stephanie’s legs would be back in the air the minute they both woke the next morning, which was Christmas Eve.
Stephanie and her father had a tradition they observed every 24th of December. After breakfast they would drive to the little cemetery on the outskirts of the city where her mother was buried and she would leave her father alone for a few minutes. Later she would join him to place a single rose on her mother’s grave, whispering to her mother that her daddy was making her a very happy girl and she was doing her best to make him just as happy, in bed and out. Stephanie knew in her heart her mother would understand and be pleased.
After visiting the grave it was time for lunch in the city and shopping for Christmas gifts like the socks she always bought her dad, taking him to Harvey Nichols to try the scents for men which was largely a pleasurable waste of time because he would never change from using Chanel Bleu. Over coffee in a Starbucks Stephanie told her dad about how much she enjoyed making love with Lucy and how she was having an affair with her French tutor, having decided to leave out that she had lost her anal virginity to him, multiple times.
Her father expressed concern Stephanie and Henri could be jeopardizing both their university careers if they were found out but Stephanie did her best to reassure him that she never spent the night at Henri’s apartment. Again she omitted that as soon as she got back to her room Lucy took great delight in sucking Henri’s sperm from Stephanie’s cunt and asshole, the two of them passing his cum between their mouths until Lucy reached for the strap-on and fucked Stephanie into exhausted satiation.
Neither she nor her father felt like cooking when they arrived home so Stephanie ordered Chinese and, at midnight, her dad opened a bottle of champagne to toast Christmas Day, his beautiful daughter’s return home and the memory of her mother. And then they both went off to bed, separately, Stephanie begging off their making love to which her dad smiled and said that not cuddling up to her when she was wearing her onesie sleepsuit, her glorious breasts soft and warm under the material, her bottom thrust back against his very hard prick, would be a considerable sacrifice so she had better make it up to him the next day.
Stephanie laughed and promised she most certainly would…
*
The Harding household did Christmas in a very civilized manner.
A long walk in the morning, a light lunch, relaxing in front of the television in the afternoon, dinner and presents in the evening. Father and daughter split the chores for preparing the meal and, when it was almost ready, Stephanie went upstairs to change.
Her dad was sitting on the sofa when Stephanie reappeared. He was wearing a red velvet Santa hat she had bought him when she was a little girl and had several wrapped gifts by his side; she had piled hers for him under the tree. Stephanie was thrilled to see the expression on his face as she came through the door of the living room.
She was wearing an elf costume. The top was transparent black lace which revealed her sumptuous naked breasts to her father’s hungry gaze. The red pleated skirt was so short it barely covered her cunt and did nothing to cover the dimples of her bottom. On her head she wore a little elf’s cap but this one was in green in contrast to her dad’s red. Stephanie made sure she received the reaction she wanted by spinning round slowly so the material rode up when she twirled, her massive breasts jiggling and swaying under her see-thru top.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Stephanie purred and was delighted when her father squirmed because his erection was so pronounced he had to reach down to straighten himself out.
“God, do I ever,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“I opened one of Henri’s Christmas presents to go with it,” Stephanie said. “Would you like to see it?”
“Please,” her father choked out and Stephanie turned her back to him, bent over at the waist and stood with her legs open. She knew the base of the black buttplug she had inserted into her asshole was clearly visible and she heard her father gasp loudly with arousal which intensified when she reached a hand back, took hold of the base and pulled gently.
The plug felt like it was going to stretch her anus almost too far before it released its captive but Henri had reassured her it was only a little bigger than his cock. Stephanie’s father nearly choked when she turned round and slowly, her eyes fixed on his, brought the plug to her lips and sucked it into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby. Oh bloody fuck, where did you learn to do that?”
“Frenchmen can be very depraved,” she whispered as she slid the plug from between the oval of her lips with a loud slurping noise. “And my Frenchman knew exactly how much you would like to see it stretching my little bumhole. You do like it, don’t you, Daddy?”
“Oh baby, please, I’ve got to – ” and he reached down and wrenched open the belt of his pants and ran his zip down, opening his fly to allow his naked cock to spring free, a squirt of semen shooting from the tip.
“Daddy!” Stephanie said in mock annoyance. “You mustn’t come yet! That would be such an awful waste when there’s somewhere nice and tight and hot for you to put it when we go to bed together. You will wait for me, won’t you?” she asked in a pleading voice, the same one she used when she was a little girl and wanted him to buy her sweets or a new toy.
“Yes, baby, I will,” he said, swallowing hard as he stared at his daughter’s pretty little slit, her clit standing proud of its hood at the apex. “But it will be very hard…”
“Mmm, yes, I can see,” Stephanie said with a giggle and then made things worse for him by bending over again, knowing he was watching as she pushed the buttplug back into her anal sphincter which made loud, slurping noises as it sucked the plug into her back passage, slick with the lubricant she had applied before getting dressed as her father’s fantasy elf.
The presents they gave each other were almost an anti-climax after Stephanie’s gorgeously wanton display. Her father’s erection quivered in the air and Stephanie knew he was desperate for her to relieve the pressure in his balls.
“Oh Daddy, you are naughty,” she purred. “How can you concentrate on my presents and Christmas dinner if all you can think about is me sucking that big, fat pole of yours into my mouth so you can spurt masses of thick creamy cum down my throat?”
The moment Stephanie slid her lips over the head of her father’s cock and curled her fingers round the shaft she realized she had only two choices: swallow or choke. There was so much rich creamy semen bursting from the swollen tip she felt she might not be able to swallow fast enough but she had years of practice at sucking her father’s cock and swallowing down his sperm.
A whole mouthful went down to pool in her stomach as a delicious hors d’oeuvre for her Christmas dinner and Stephanie delighted in the loving way her father cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he arched his hips up and fucked her face with his prick. At last he was drained, his balls temporarily emptied, and Stephane lifted her head to allow his cock to fall free of her lips and slap, still hard, against his belly.
“Mmm, Daddy, that was an awful lot of tasty cum you made your little girl swallow down,” she said, leaning over so she could kiss him softly, wanting to share with him the taste of his ejaculate in her mouth.
“Yes, it was, darling. But you know Daddy loves giving his baby girl sweet treats for Christmas,” and Stephanie and her father roared with laughter.
*
The delicious smell of the pork joint they cooked for dinner, neither of them liking the blandness of turkey, filled the kitchen as Stephanie and her dad served their meal and sat and ate it, both of them aware that there was something very large distending Stephanie’s back passage, making her squirm every now and then which her father, his eyes twinkling, noticed with obvious delight every time she did it.
Finally they were finished and replete and her dad filled the dishwasher while Stephanie made coffee, her thoughts distracted for the time it took as she wondered what Henri was doing in Provence and hoping her lover would realize sooner rather than later that she had fallen, body and soul, in love with him.
But this was not the time or place for her to pine over the handsome Frenchman so she reached across to the package she had placed on the table which had her name in Henri’s handwriting on the label.
“Well, go on then,” her father said with a broad grin. “Open it up. It might be an enormous engagement ring from the size of the package…”
Stephanie laughed, hoping her daddy was right, and tore the paper off a small wooden box. She opened it and then laughed, half with embarrassment and half with a sudden thrill of arousal so fierce she almost climaxed.
There was an elegant leather lead in the box which led to a beautiful hand-made leather collar. There was an engraved silver tag attached to the clasp which said, ‘Pour Stephanie, Mon Amour’ and Stephanie felt herself blush at her awareness that, when she wore it, she would accept she was submissive to Henri, a willing slave to her master.
“Oh look Daddy,” she said with a squeal of delight. “Henri wants me to be his bitch!” and Stephanie reached her hand down between her legs, opening them so she could slide her fingers over the aching bud of her clit, loving having her father watch as she brought herself, trembling with lust, to an intense orgasm that made her whole body spasm, hunching over the table as she did so.
“Wow, you certainly like the thought of that,” her father said, a little awed.
“Please Daddy,” Stephanie said in a soft purr. “Put it on for me and then let’s go upstairs to bed? I really need to be fucked now…”
“Of course, darling,” her father said and he stood up, moved round behind her, took the collar she held up to him and then circled it round his daughter’s neck before taking hold of the lead she offered him as she followed behind him upstairs to her bedroom.
Once there Stephanie stood mute while her father slowly unbuttoned the front of her top and pulled it open. Stephanie sighed with delight when he cupped one of her huge breasts in his hands and lifted it to his mouth, closing his lips over the soft perfumed flesh and suckling her nipple before taking her other breast in his other hand and doing the same which sent thrills of arousal deep into her cunt.
She knew her cream, already abundant because of the incredible sensation of her rectal walls spasming around the buttplug spreading them wide, was dripping down the inside of her legs and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, desperate for her father to finger and lick her cunt. And he did, releasing one of her breasts but lifting it to Stephanie’s mouth so she suckled her own nipple while her daddy reached down and thrust two fingers, bunched together, deep into her cunt making a loud squelching noise and causing her cream to flood out over his invading digits.
Lost in the intensity of her pleasure, Stephanie bit her own nipples, aching to be fucked. But the collar she wore meant she could not demand what she wanted, she had to wait on the pleasure of the man standing in front of her.
Her father released her breast from Stephanie’s mouth, tiny teeth marks on the tip, and stood back.
“Take your top off, darling,” he said. “But not that pretty little skirt or your heels. I like the way the skirt shows off your beautiful bum and I want to see your shoes waving in the air as I fuck you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Stephanie said in a soft voice and did as she was told, her eyes following her father’s movements as he hurriedly undressed.
She lay back on the bed and slid her hands under the backs of her knees, lifting her legs wide and into the air. The position pulled open the sticky lips of her cunt, slippery wet with her cream, and she moaned softly with desire.
Her father responded by climbing on the bed, lifting himself between her spread legs, his huge cock hanging down as he lowered himself so his mouth could meet hers in a hard, hungry kiss that expressed his love and lust for her as strongly as his cock did when he then thrust every inch of it deep into her body. Stephanie cried out against his mouth, waves of ecstasy bursting deep in her pussy and radiating out through her whole being making her shiver, tremble and buck beneath the man whose sperm had brought her into the world.
Until she met Henri, it had always been enough for Stephanie when her daddy fucked her cunt and she climaxed again and again. But now she wanted something more, wanted to experience the exquisite pleasure she felt when Henri was buried to the balls in her back passage.
“Daddy -?” she managed to say. “I want you to take the buttplug out of my bumhole and put your cock in me instead. I want you to fuck my bottom until I feel masses of your lovely spunk flooding my bowels. Please…?”
Stephanie knew no loving father could resist such an entreaty from his own daughter and her dad, his eyes showing his intense arousal, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath after the effort of fucking her so fiercely, slowly withdrew his cock from her cunt with a wet, slurping sound.
He leaned back and knelt up, watching as Stephanie turned onto her tummy, reaching back with both hands to take hold of her skirt and flip it up to her waist then, taking hold of the cheeks of her bottom, pulled them open. She knew he would not be able to resist her invitation and she turned her head to whisper, “It’s in my nightstand.”
Her father opened the drawer and let out a soft gasp of delight when he saw the big tube of lubricant gel Stephanie had slathered over the buttplug before dinner. He unscrewed the cap and squirted a big dollop onto his fingers, taking his time to smooth the lube over the head and shaft of his cock right down to his balls. When he was ready he made Stephanie groan with pleasure as he took hold of the buttplug and eased it free, forcing his daughter’s rectum to surrender the substitute cock reluctantly, her anus stretched to capacity by the width of the bulb.
Stephanie loved it when her father brought the plug to her face so she could open her lips and take it into her mouth, the taste and scent of her back passage strong on the silicone. Her libido was through the roof and she shimmied her hips, yearning to feel her daddy’s big cock fucking its way into her asshole. He didn’t need telling twice and lifted himself onto one arm, the other reaching down so he could grasp his cock and position it on Stephanie’s gaping asshole.
A gentle push and her father’s glans slid past the tight muscle of her anal sphincter, a gentle thrust and the whole of his prick entered Stephanie’s bottom until his balls were resting against her sopping cuntlips, the head buried deep in her bowels. Waves of intense pleasure radiated through Stephanie’s body, made more intense when her father lowered himself full length on top of her, his hands sliding under her body to enclose her breasts, his mouth seeking the soft skin of her neck, his teeth closing as he bit her in passionate masculine arousal. She knew she was his, his daughter, his little girl, and he was fucking her in the ass and it felt incredibly good…
For long minutes Stephanie’s father raised and lowered his hips, fucking his cock back and forth in his daughter’s bottom, lingering so only the tip was gripped tight by her sphincter then sinking back in with thrusts so hard her bum cheeks wobbled, her whole body shuddering with the force making her moan, whimper and cry aloud in pleasure.
It was as if her daddy saw through her, knew this was not her first experience of anal sex, knew he could fuck her as furiously as he liked because Stephanie loved to be plowed into the mattress, her asshole impaled by a thick, hard prick. Her father grasped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he groaned against her ear, “Come for me, baby, squirt your cum as I empty my balls into your beautiful ass!”
“Oh god, YES DADDY!” Stephanie squealed and she tightened the muscles of her rectum to milk him into her bowels, knowing what exquisite pleasure this created for her father who cried out, arching his groin against her upturned buttocks, his cock thrust so far into her ass Stephanie felt as if she could taste his glans in her throat. She spasmed in delirious orgasm which made her rectum clamp on the cock buried within its walls and her father bellowed with pleasure as he climaxed, a surge of liquid heat pouring from his spasming prick into the depths of Stephanie’s bowels.
And then father and daughter, joined together still, slumped in satiation as the waves of delicious sensation slowly ebbed, Stephanie fighting for breath so her father raised himself off her enough to let her gasp in air, his own chest heaving as he inhaled deeply, a huge grin on his face.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked, septically.
“No, Daddy, of course not,” Stephanie said in a little girl voice, batting her eyelashes at him. She paused and then asked, “Would you be very cross if I had?”
“God, no, of course not,” he said, and he eased himself off her, his cock sliding from the clasp of her anus, and laid down beside his daughter who lifted herself onto one elbow, her eyes shining as she looked at him.
“I do love you,” she said in a soft voice.
“And I love you,” he said, turning his head so he could close the gap between them, his lips meeting hers.
“Would you like me to do something I definitely haven’t done with Henri?” she whispered.
Her father said nothing, only nodded. And then his eyes widened in surprise and delight as Stephanie said, “Scoot down the bed,” and he did as instructed, lying flat on his back as she climbed over his body so she was squatting over him, her gaping anus only inches from his face.
“Open wide, it’s time for dessert,” she purred and, again, her father did as she wanted, opening his mouth as a stream of his salty cum flowed from Stephanie’s asshole into his mouth. She heard him swallowing with gusto and she lowered herself so she could open her lips and take his cock into her mouth, delighting in sucking him clean. It was the perfect end to a blissful Christmas Day and one that made her absurdly pleased she was no longer the innocent she had been when she left home only a few short months before.
To be continued in Part 2
End.