This is a print version of story SCREEN SHOTS by sexaddict66 from xHamster.com
Pauletta stopped in the doorway to look and listen. He'd kicked the sheet off at some point, leaving himself all but totally exposed, wearing only a pair of cotton sl**p-shorts d****d over what appeared to be a solid erection. His breathing was deep and regular, a hypnotizing rhythm that captivated her. Hopefully, that breathing meant he was dead to the world. She checked her cell-phone and made sure the camera was on and the sounds were off. No sense in screwing this adventure up by the click of an artificial shutter, she thought.
Slowly, she moved into the room, watching him for any sign of movement. She paused for a moment to take a pic of him sprawled out. The weight-lifting workouts had made a difference and now even she had to admit her stepdad looked halfway decent. She moved closer until she could reach out and touch him. Raising her phone, she took another pic, this one centered on the swell in his crotch. Almost as good as the workout pics that started this whole thing.
Leaning forward, she ever-so-slowly reached out to lightly touch his hip. If he wakes up, remember -- he sounded like he was having trouble breathing and you are checking on him. She took another picture. And the phone is for calling 911. Thank you Misha for coming up with that one. When he didn't move, she picked her hand up and moved it to let it rest lightly on his chest, thumb alongside his nipple. She took a picture then ran her thumb over the nipple. Grinning, she leaned forward and kissed it, sucking it into her mouth lightly. She took another picture. She considered using her teeth, but decided that might cut through his sl**p.
Instead, she moved her hand to his shorts, situating it so that his bulge ran along her palm and out through the vee formed by her thumb and index finger. She took another picture. Still, no change in breathing and no movement. She was a light sl**per and tended to wake up whenever anything made a noise or brushed against her, so what she was doing to him would have surely awakened her by now, as it had in the past.
She moved the phone closer to fill the little screen with a view of crotch and fingers and took another picture. This is crazy. I know Momma always teases him about trying to wake him up for sex with no effect, but God... What can I get away with? Hopefully enough to fulfill Misha's crazy dare. She grinned and knelt beside the bed. Holding the camera off to the side, she leaned forward, all but touching his crotch with her face, and inhaled. Another picture. He smelled spicy-clean. She'd woke up when he started working out and snuck in to watch him for a bit. She'd expected him to shower afterward -- he always did. The Old Spice body wash he used turned her on and since he'd moved in with her, she'd occasionally pour some on her chest and masturbate while sniffing it.
She puckered her lips up into a kiss and lightly rested them on his covered erection, taking another picture. She had to take another one, since she was only guessing at how to line up the lens on the subject. No good taking pics to prove I did it if they can't tell what I did. I just hope no one gets ahold of these, or we're both in trouble. She inhaled deeply, savoring the hot aroma of his clean body. She replaced her lips with her hand again, this time wrapping her fingers around him, exploring him with the cotton clothing still between them. Another picture.
Carefully, she teased the leg of the shorts up and away from him, leaving him exposed. Another picture. God, that's gorgeous. I wonder how he tastes. And I wonder why it seems like such a good idea to find out. Well, other than the cash Misha will put out for the pics. Thinking about the money her friend had offered did a lot to settle the odd queasy feeling that had started in her stomach. She put her hand directly on his shaft and took another picture. She ran her thumb lightly along the swollen edge of his head, holding the camera-phone close to take another picture. Gently, she wrapped her fingers around him, taking another picture.
Dare me to do what, exactly?
Touch and show as much of him as possible. With pics. Definitely sexual positions. That's the test-drive dare. Do it and I'll cough up a hundred bucks.
The sight of his cock, freed from its captivity, mesmerized her. She realized she wanted it. Slowly, almost in a daze, she leaned forward to kiss the tip, barely remembering to take another picture. A tiny catch in his breathing almost made her panic, but it evened back out immediately. She took several pics as she lightly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and around his head. Finally, she couldn't stand it and opened her mouth wide. She guided his length in as far as she could take him before letting her lips close around him. She took several pictures as she just held him deep, enjoying the way he filled her mouth and how he smelled and tasted. Very slowly, she pulled off him, taking pictures as she went.
Sitting back on her heels, she felt a shiver run through her. She slid a finger between her legs, pulling some of the wetness from inside her to rub on her clit. If the opening move of a blow-job didn't phase him, then a little pressure or stroking shouldn't, either. She slid her shorts down and off, leaving them to lay beside his bed. Very slowly and carefully, she leaned forward and shifted the weight of her body onto the bed, first with a hand on either side of him, then her left knee, finally followed by swinging her right knee over him. She straightened until she could lower her clit to rest lightly against his cock, her eyes locked on his face for any changes. She took several more pictures.
At this point, it was all she could do to not shove that enticing hardness up inside her and screw herself silly on him. She made herself dismount as slowly and carefully as she had mounted and resettled his shorts over his cock. Then she slipped her own back on, biting her lips to keep from making any noise. She started to completely abandon the room, but stopped to take several more pics. Then the need hit her. She shoved her hand down inside her shorts and let her finger find and press on her clit. More pics, this time of her standing in front of him, some from head-high, some from hip-high where she could see her hand in her shorts with him behind her, and a couple straight down her shorts. The release hit like a thunderclap and shook her all over. Grinning, she left his room, taking pics of herself shoving cum-soaked fingers into her mouth, imagining it was his lips sucking on her.
** ** **
Ben sat down at his computer in a move that could only be described as a "plop." Working nights at the plant during the remodel was taking its toll. He turned on the monitor and swatted the mouse to wake his computer up and stretched as he waited, pondering his breakfast choices before working out.
Once his screen came to life, he started checking for updates on his "base tabs" that he always kept open -- email, Facebook, Sparkpeople, and several forums. One of the latest stories on his Facebook wall was a status update by his stepdaughter.
OMG -- I rly did it n he never noticed!
Ben raised an eyebrow at the girl's atrocious mangling of the English language. She'd updated it only twenty minutes ago from her phone -- probably on break or maybe just a slow day at the salon. He clicked on the feed to see the other comments.
Orly? Pics? Or else the dare's no good.
Ok -- mos def NSFW, tho.
Even better. Hurry!
He laughed and shook his head. Whatever she'd done to whoever certainly had her and her friend "FanTaViv" worked up. She was a party a****l, never missing a chance to go out drinking, shooting pool, and just generally acting a fool, so there was no telling what she was up to. Not that it bothered him on a practical level. He'd moved into the spare room of her two-bedroom trailer so that he didn't have far to go for crash-space during the remodel. He was typically at work before she got off and came in late enough in the morning that she'd already collapsed. So as it stood, their days rarely overlapped and he was always up early enough in the afternoons that her evening activities didn't interfere with his sl**p.
He scrolled back through her wall feeds, wondering what could get a twenty-two year old girl so worked up. Most of the entries, though, meant nothing -- either they were game-app posts or were so non-specific as to mean nothing to him. Things like:
gotta wonder what it would be like...
FanTaViv posted: Test-drive it and see, hon.
KittyPerry posted: and take pics, right? ;-)
FanTaViv posted: XD of course!
Shalicious posted: I dare ya. Solo test-drive and send pics to FanTaViv.
KBRMom posted: Double-dared. FTV has to let us know you really did it by seeing pics
KittyPerry posted: w/ my face clearly visible and enuf shots to prove?
Shalicious posted: Well, yeah. Otherwise, why bother?
watched him wrk out agin and felt dirty
FanTaViv posted: A little dirty or a LOT dirty? :-)
KittyPerry posted: ok more than a little but not enuf 2 do anything
FanTaViv posted: Any pics this time? :D
KittyPerry posted: actually... on the way.
FanTaViv posted: Oh. Oh my. I could get used to looking at that.
took sum pics on a whim and discovered later they make me horney
FanTaViv posted: Can you share?
KittyPerry posted: yah, i guess. dunno y u wanna see
FanTaViv posted: Girl, if it makes your jaded azz horny, I gotta see.
KittyPerry posted: LOL ya ok. pretty boring overall tho
FanTaViv posted: God, girl! Nothing boring about that at all!
KittyPerry posted: he's pretty taken, u kno
FanTaViv posted: I can have my fantasies, babe. :)
He stopped when he got to the entry a couple of weeks ago when he'd first moved in.
It's normal to move in w mom/dad, but when one moves in w/ u?
She'd gotten a ton of sympathy posts over that one, including one from her biological father. That one pissed him off a little, even though all the man said was, "You do what ya gotta for f****y, girl."
So -- she was all a-gaga for some boy, it seemed. Lucky him -- more or less - if she ever came out and actively pursued him. His step-daughter wasn't bad-looking, just a bit on the pudgy side because she was lazy, and had a manner she could turn on that all but screamed "SEX!" And God knew she sounded good in bed. When her boyfriend in high school had needed a place to stay because his mother kicked him out, he'd moved in with them. Ben had never managed to see them in action, but he'd heard them. Night after night for almost a year, she'd be groaning and moaning -- usually for at least an hour at a time -- all but screaming at the end.
Jacking off outside her door during those interludes had been quite entertaining.
He felt his cock stir at the memories. Grinning, he slipped his headphones on and pulled up The Video. She'd shot it a couple of years ago for a boyfriend who'd been deployed to Afghanistan. Ben had accidentally found it one day, flipping through the pictures on her camera when no one else was home. She'd been shooting them all week, saying she was trying to fill up the chip so she could send it to him. The first few were innocuous -- k**s playing, her mom working on the car, and so on. But when he'd flipped one more pic and was staring "down" at her smiling face over a pair of bare 36D tits she'd mashed together with her arms, he'd had a moment. The next shot was of her shaved pussy and the next was of her middle finger, glistening wet, shoved halfway up that same opening. He'd turned the camera off, popped the chip out, and copied all the pics to his laptop immediately. Later, he realized what he'd thought was an accidental shot of the bed where she'd taken the other three was actually the opening frame of a video. The audio wasn't great and she wasn't as vocal as she'd been years ago behind her bedroom door, but the four minutes of video she'd shot as she masturbated was definitely a keeper.
As he was about to push play on the media-player, he noticed his security camera app was indicating a new video. Frowning slightly, he clicked on it to see what the webcam had caught. As it loaded, he checked the angle on the camera. Might have been a shadow on the wall from outside that moved and triggered it, he thought.
The Facebook page updated to show a series of new posts by FanTaViv.
OMGOMGOMG!!!!! I canNOT believe what I am seeing! God, I'm going to overheat, here. And no response? Sooooooooooo jealous!! Dare fulfilled!
Ben snorted and rolled his eyes. k**s. The video from his security camera app started playing. Onscreen, he saw
Pauletta slowly enter the camera's field of vision, moving -- obviously trying to be very quiet - towards where his bed would be. She paused for a moment, holding her cell-phone up to take a picture. The phone's screen was visible, but it was far too small to make out exactly what she'd taken a picture of. The angle of the phone suggested the bed. She reached out, off-screen, bending over slowly to touch ... something. She held up the phone, taking another picture. She moved her arms, holding the phone down to take another picture. She knelt and leaned forward, all but disappearing from view and her arm popped back into the center of the screen, holding the cell-phone up for another shot. She took several from this position, varying the angle of the camera-phone. She rocked back on her heels, her face coming into view again. She was grinning and biting her lower lip. Still kneeling, she moved in a way that suggested she was pulling off her shorts. The angle of the webcam never showed her hips or legs as she leaned forward and moved ... somewhere off-screen. Again, the arm holding the camera-phone appeared in the screen repeatedly, taking several shots. Slowly, she eased back into the screen, still watching the area of his bed, still grinning. She did something that looked like she pulled a pair of shorts on, and then she slowly stood, still looking at the area of the bed, and backed up until she was completely in the screen again. She slid a hand down inside the waistband of her shorts and began obviously jacking off, staring down at the bed and biting her lip. Again, more pictures, and judging from the angle, she took at least one that would show both her masturbating and him in the background.
His cock throbbed in rigid excitement. When she finished, she disappeared from the screen and the security camera footage stopped. The time-stamp on the footage indicated she'd come in and had her fun just after eleven that morning -- definitely with him lying there asl**p. He'd laid down at eight-thirty after a thirteen-hour shift at the plant, so he'd been asl**p almost three hours when she'd come into the room -- definitely enough time for him to be dead to the world.
He set the security app to live-feed and adjusted the camera so that it showed his bed on-screen. Who knows -- she might come back for more. Satisfied, he pushed play on The Video, watching and listening to her begin to stroke herself off for the camera and wondered how he was going to go about getting ahold of her phone to look at those pictures.
** ** **
Where u, wmn?
Fountn by Shu-Rak, b. hurry up.
Pauletta rolled her eyes at Viv's message. That girl can get so fixated, she thought. She carried her tray of bourbon chicken and fried rice through the food concourse towards the fountain. Viv was sitting there, her back to a hedge of plants. Her phone was in her hand and she was staring intently at the screen as she lifted a fork-full of salad to her mouth to chew absentmindedly. Pauletta grinned and shook her head.
"You're gonna wear those pics out from all that staring." She giggled when Viv jumped and hid her phone.
"Wench, you scared me." She looked back down at her phone. "These are unbelievable,chick! I'm glad Misha dared you to do it and take pics to send to me. And you got him in your mouth without him making any kind of response?"
Pauletta shook her head as she stirred her food around. "He made one little funny catch in his breathing early on, but that was all." She grinned at Viv. "Mom teases him about not being able to wake him up when she's in the mood, no matter what she tries." She stuffed a bite in her mouth and thought while chewing. "Although, I'm not sure she's tried full-on intercourse to wake him up."
"Hm, I bet that would change things." Viv slowly paged through the pics. "Mm-hm. Woman, if you ever need that gorgeous little puss eaten and for whatever reason can't find a guy to do it for you, you call me."
Pauletta choked on her bite, spluttering in disbelief.
"What? It's gorgeous and deserves to be worshiped properly. God, if that were my stepdad, I'd sign up for stepslut duty in a heartbeat."
Pauletta giggled self-consciously. "He's been after me for ages. Used to watch me under the bathroom door when I was still at home. I'd make a big deal out of washing my boobs or arching my back so they'd stick out." She wrapped her arms around herself to stop a shiver. "And he likes to play chase, tickling me to get whatever thing it is that I run off with. I think those boob gropes are on purpose."
"And you say that, even though you keep doing it, knowing he's gonna come after you. Yeah, I imagine they are on purpose." Viv looked across the table at the girls in question. "And rightfully so."
"Oh, please -- they're over-big and floppy. You've got me beat easily."
"And you could beat him, I think. Beat him off, at the least. You should get him in your hand again and pump him this time. Ohohoh! You could titty-fuck him. Yum. Or do that whole cowgirl bit and stroke a little."
Pauletta felt herself getting a little queasy -- and more than a little wet -- at the thought of rubbing her pussy along her sl**ping stepdad's cock, so close to spearing herself on it. "Dunno if I could do it. I'm afraid I'd wake him up."
"Well, yeah, if you move too much or give in and shove yourself down onto him. And wouldn't that be just yummy," she murmured, still looking at the pictures. "And your mom says he doesn't wake up, no matter what she does to him?"
"Their running joke is that they once woke up in the middle of sex with no idea who started it. Hey, that's my stepdad you are fondling yourself over."
Viv looked up and raised an eyebrow. "And you rubbed your naked pussy on him and then stroked yourself into an orgasm right next to the same guy."
Pauletta blushed, remembering all too well what all she had done. "But that wasn't in public."
Viv threw her head back and laughed. "And the only one who knew I was playing with myself just now was you." She looked down at her phone and licked her lips. "He gonna be there in the morning?"
Pauletta shrugged. "Far as I know, yeah. They've got another week or so left of working nights, he said, then they'll be running some long hours for at least another week."
Viv caught her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned. "Good. I'm spending the night at your place tonight."
** ** **
"Hey, Daddy! sl**p good?" Pauletta breezed through the back door as Ben was getting his lunch fixed for work and dumped all her stuff on the kitchen table before heading for the living room. Including, Ben noted, her cell-phone.
"Hey, little girl. Whatever wild party you hosted this morning or this afternoon didn't disturb me in the least. I don't remember anything resembling waking up at all."
"Awesome. Viv and I are going out tonight -- Popular Misconception is playing at the Hilltop." She scooped up the remote to the tv and turned it on, hunting down the recordings she'd made of her daytime shows.
"Hm? Yeah, you've seen her on my Facebook page? We went to beauty school together. She works in one of the salons in a mall outparcel. You've seen her before, I think - she remembers you dropping me at school, at least."
"Hm, okay. Not like there weren't a couple of dozen girls there at any given moment," he said with a laugh.
"Well, she's a white girl, about Jessie's height and weight, so five-seven and maybe what, one-thirty-five? She weight-lifted in high-school and still does the gym thing. 34C tits, an apple-round ass just shy of a ghetto booty, and legs like a gazelle."
"Oh -- dark hair about mid-back? Kinda auburn highlights?"
"That's her. I take it you remember?"
"Oh, yeah." He grinned at his step-daughter who was pretty much the exact physical opposite of the girl they'd just described. "Yeah, she's one I'd remember."
Pauletta dropped her head slightly to look at him through her eyebrows. "You are disgusting."
He spread his arms wide, laughing. "I'm just a guy and she's a pretty girl. Can't help noticing what I like. Y'all gonna double-team the poor guys at Hilltop?"
She grinned and shrugged. "Depends on who's there. The ones who don't know me are in trouble. Oh, speaking of, I gotta go hit the shower."
Ben didn't go for her phone until he heard her actually start the water in the shower. Once that happened, he snatched the cell-phone out of her purse, memorizing how she'd had it stowed, and pulled the miniature memory card out of its socket. He fitted it into an adapter and slipped it into the slot on his laptop. In seconds, he was copying everything from her phone's memory.
Once he had the phone returned and meticulously repositioned, he went to the bathroom and opened the door, only to be met with a gout of steam that instantly fogged over his glasses.
"Aaaah! You're letting the heat out! And no, I don't need help from a pervert who only wants to scrub my back so he can peek at me showering and try to grope my boobs."
He thought about the video and wondered what masturbating while standing next to her sl**ping stepdad would make her, if he were the pervert. He started to ask, but decided that discussion could wait until later, like until the repositioned security camera caught exactly what she was doing the next time she did it.
"Peeking wouldn't do me any good -- my glasses are fogged over. Okay, if you don't want a free back-scrub, I'll just go to work." And dig through this homemade porn you shot in my bedroom this morning, he added to himself.
"Good. Go." The catch in her voice made him wonder if she were masturbating in the shower while they were talking. The body-sounds could have been from wet fingers toying with slicked pussy lips or they could have been the innocent sounds of a simple shower.
** ** **
Pauletta managed to hold off her orgasm until she heard the front door slam. Then, she slid to her knees and threw her head back as the wave hit. Following Viv's advice, she pushed on the orgasm, as if she were on the commode. The second time she pushed, it was like a balloon inside her popped and she felt an incredible draining even as hot juice poured over her hand. She bit her lips and turned the would-be scream into a more manageable muffled "MMMMMMF!" The water coursing down her body mingled with it and washed it away, leaving her feeling incredibly light and floaty.
** ** **
Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. She had taken several pics of him lying in bed, asl**p, a hard-on bulging his shorts. She had pics of her hand on his hard-on. Of her mouth on his chest, sucking at his nipple, smiling. Pics of her rearranging his sl**p-shorts to expose his cock. Pics of her handling it directly. Just watching the progression made him incredibly hard. Pics of her giving him a blow-job. Why did I have to sl**p through that, he wondered. And she wants to act like I'm a pervert for wanting to scrub her back in the shower? Please. The next pics almost made him choke. She'd straddled him and taken several pics of her pussy-lips holding the length of his cock, her clit pushed against the underside of his head. After that, the pics he'd been expecting of her jacking off next to his bed and the unexpected ones of her sucking her fingers clean, grinning devilishly at the camera, seemed almost a let-down.
He sat there for a while, pondering things.
FanTaViv had to have been referring to these pics, given the time-stamps on the pic-messages.
And -- she had seen them. All of them.
And judging from the posts on Facebook, she'd liked them. Okay, more than liked them. She'd probably had to go hide somewhere and get off after seeing them. Very interesting possibilities there. He slowly scrolled back through the pictures. And I'm sure if I tried to do anything that extensive, she'd wake up pretty quick. Still, I can return the favor to a degree. We'll see what sort of shape she's in when I get home. He checked his watch. Three more hours, sheesh.
** ** **
Viv was slowly scrolling through the pics on her phone -- again -- sipping on a bottle of Seagram's. Pauletta could see two empties on the floor by the couch and the one in Viv's hand would be joining them soon. Viv licked her bottom lip and smiled. "Damn, girl. I would have lost it right there and taken him."
"Right, and woken him up. That wasn't part of the plan, twit." She thumped her laptop screen in frustration. "C'mon, it's two-thirty in the morning. Spa City should not be having overloading issues."
Viv giggled and drained the bottle she was holding. "I could do with an overload issue." She set the bottle down and carefully got to her feet. "Poor little guy. Drained empty and discarded in pursuit of my pleasure." She nudged it with her toes, causing them all to tip over with a muffled tinkling. "Just like so many of your buddies. Time for another one. You?"
Pauletta looked at the remnants in her bottle. "Yeah, okay. I'll have it finished before you get back." When she drained it and set it at her feet, she discovered it was bottle number five in her own pile. Damn, have I been putting them away that fast? She reached over and flipped through the pics on her phone. Remembering the heat of his cock resting between her lips -- both sets -- made her want another drink. That, or it makes me want to ride him into explosive oblivion. She wondered what screwing a beer-bottle felt like. God, that was random. I must be thoroughly lit.
Viv sauntered back into the small living room, her short nightgown swishing around the tops of athletic legs, and handed Pauletta her bottle. "Looks like someone is knocking them back tonight. Or, rather, this morning. What're you thinking about, bee?"
"Screwing a beer-bottle."
Viv was just starting to sit down and the surprised laughter made her lose her balance and fall into her place on the couch. "Oh, my, honey. I was definitely not expecting that! Why a beer-bottle? Are you trying to avoid dreaming about getting stepdaddy-dearest trapped between your legs? That creamy little pussy of yours sure looked happy enough in the picture to be rubbed up against him. And Miss Clitty didn't want to be left out." She growled appreciatively and pushed her hand down against her crotch.
Pauletta howled and threw a pillow at her friend. "Will you let it go, already? Geez, it is hard enough living in the same house knowing he'd do me at a moment's notice."
"Oh, would he? You seem mighty convinced he would."
"He's told me so twice, wench. And that was after having me so relaxed that he was almost able to grope my tits."
"Mmm, what stopped him?"
Viv spluttered, almost choking on her beer. "Why'd you stop him, girl? God, if his hands were that good, I'd've been purring in his lap."
Pauletta glared across at Viv. "Fine. You want to feel him so bad, you go right ahead and test-drive him yourself tomorrow. But no waking him up. I dare ya, minx. You go do to my stepdaddy exactly what I did to him today. Without getting caught."
"Wow, girl -- are you okay? The fangs-n-claws routine is a whole new do on you."
"I just -- look, this whole deal is screwed up. We're sitting here and you are talking about wanting to have sex with the guy who raised me and how if you were in my place, you'd already be banging him. How am I supposed to feel, hunh? I mean, God, he was always that solid wall of protection, keeping me safe from the world, and then he tells me I drive him wild with desire and that he wants to get in my pants and you are telling me you want in his pants and and and just... God!" She realized she was squalling, which only made the knot in her stomach worse.
Viv's hands were over her mouth in shock. Slowly, she got up and moved across the room to sit at Pauletta's feet, wrapping her arms around her friend's legs and resting her head on Pauletta's knees. "I'm sorry, hun, I didn't understand. I thought he was someone your mom married later on. No wonder you act so confused about this." She reached up to rub the side of her friend's face. "You want him, don't you?"
Pauletta nodded weakly then shook her head. "I don't want him, I want someone like him who can make me feel the way he makes mom feel. But oh God he turns me on. I'll catch him sneaking a look at me and I can see the desire in his face and I get wet instantly and it pisses me off. I don't want to watch him work out, but then I wake up and hear him in the living room with the weights or bands or something and I'll get to where I can see him and the next thing I know, my fingers are racing in and out of my pussy while I'm dreaming its his cock." She sniffed hard and sat back, shoving wisps of hair back from her face, blinking hard. "I want him to fuck me into a screaming oblivion and it makes me feel so damn dirty."
"And he'd do it if you asked."
"And I hate him for it. How can a daddy want to fuck his daughter like that?"
"Because you are damn hot. Because even though he raised you, his bl**d knows you didn't come from him." Viv patted Pauletta's leg. "Girl, you are both adults. Did he ever do anything to you when you were younger?"
Pauletta didn't even have to think about it before answering. "No, never."
"Well, hon, now you are well and thoroughly a woman and you have a man who is interested in sex with you. And you are messed up because it's the man who raised you and is married to your mom, even though you'd love to get him up deep between your legs." Viv stood up and gently pulled Pauletta to her feet, both of them still clutching their bottles. "Let's go find a bed."
That got a hiccuping laugh in response. "God, that sounds so corny, like you are going to try and take advantage of my wrecked emotional state to get your hands into my pants."
Viv hugged her tight, then playfully ran a hand over the girl's ample boob. "Nah, bee, the hands are going up the shirt under the bra -- my mouth is going inside your pants. So I'm absolutely taking advantage of your emotional state."
Giggling, the two of them staggered down the hall to Pauletta's bedroom, clutching partially-emptied bottles.
** ** **
Ben watched the screen as the two girls staggered down the hall. His cock was swollen solid. Interesting. Maybe I should just mount her one morning and damn the consequences. Maybe. We'll see. He rubbed his chin, grinning. So Viv came over and spent the night. Wonder if the alcohol is helping them sl**p deeper than normal. If so, it might make it easier to get away with direct contact. His mind wandered for a moment, imagining the feel of her pussy under his hand. So it's time to return the favor and feel them both up in their sl**p.
He backed the video up and stopped it where Viv was playing with Pauletta's tit. Between his legs, his cock throbbed in anticipation. With a soft growl, he ejected the memory-card from his laptop and stood. Grabbing his digital video camera and its desktop tripod, he paused in the living-room just long enough to replace the now-blank memory-card in the camera hidden in the wall-clock. He grinned and headed down the hall toward the back room where the girls were sl**ping, turning the video camera on as he went.
The door was pushed closed, but it had failed to latch and now stood open a tiny crack. Listening carefully, he was rewarded with the sounds of two breathing patterns, both deep into sl**p. The hum of the central air covered the small noises of him nudging the door open.
Inside, the room was still fairly dim and smelled strongly of alcohol. The only window in the room faced west and was maybe six feet from a tall hedge that turned what light filtered through it a deep green color. Once inside, Ben pushed the door back into position and waited a few seconds to see if his entrance had disturbed them. He grinned to himself. They only went to bed four hours ago. I doubt they've sobered up much. He checked the screen on the camera and slowly approached the queen-sized bed where the girls were sprawled, recording as he went.
Pauletta lay on her back, one leg cocked slightly and both arms down to her sides. Holding the camera just inches from her skin, he tracked the camera up her leg, pausing at her crotch before moving up to her tits. She was wearing her normal sl**pwear of a tank-top over a sport bra and a pair of camo-print boy-shorts. Switching the camera to his right hand, he let his left hand lightly settle to her tit, carefully shaping the cup of his palm to match the swell of her flesh. He could feel the heat of her body through the cloth and grinned as a matching heat started in the pit of his belly.
Moving to the other side of the bed, he admired Viv's sl**ping form. She was curled up on her right side, facing away from Pauletta. She was wearing a very short silvery-blue nightgown that barely covered her ass and left most of her tits exposed.
Ben reached out and lay his right hand on the curve of her hip, moving extremely slowly to avoid creating so much as an air eddy that might disrupt her sl**p. Finally, he made contact. Even through the cloth, he could feel the muscles under her skin -- taut and firm, unlike Pauletta, His cock was a huge rod inside his gym-shorts. Grinning, he moved to stand near her face and eased himself free, his swollen head no more than an inch from her mouth. He could feel her breath, warm and moist on him. Slowly, he leaned toward her until the sensitive skin of his cock made contact with her lips.
Satisfied with the footage, he moved back, resecuring himself. Lordy, she's all but spilling out of that gown, he thought. I bet that would make a great pic. Carefully, he teased the slinky fabric down, a millimeter at a time, until her tit was bare. Carefully, he cupped his hand around it, just as he'd done to his stepdaughter a few minutes ago. Viv sighed softly in her sl**p and rolled onto her back.
Ben wasn't sure whether he should be disappointed at not getting to uncover her ass on the video or to be thrilled that he would instead get to expose her pussy. He carefully caught the hem of her gown and slowly lifted it away from her, peeking under it with both camera and eyes. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed close into a small bush. Folding the cloth back, he let his hand come to rest on her mound, the tip of his middle finger resting lightly on her clit. He had to fight the urge to start stroking her sex-button, even though he knew she'd respond positively if she woke up. Instead, he set the camera down on its tripod on the bed between her legs so it could film him as he carefully lowered his face to her crotch and inhaled. Gingerly, he stuck his tongue out to rest where his finger had been moments ago.
Grinning, he moved back, picking up the camera. Holding it up for a clear view of what he was doing, he nudged Viv's other breast free from her gown. Emboldened by her lack of response, he cupped her tit and ran his thumb over her nipple, thrilled to see it stiffen slightly. Leaning over, he put his mouth over it, flicking it gently with his tongue.
He stopped and set the camera up on a clear spot on the closet ledge and angled it to overlook the bed. Moving back to the girls, he stepped out of his exercise shorts and ran his thumbs over his nipples. Bending low, he rubbed one over Viv's pussy-lips, grinning at the electricity that shot through his body from the contact. Moving down the side of the bed, he took ahold of his cock and rubbed his head up her leg from ankle to hip. There, he took her limp hand and wrapped it around his shaft and slowly stroked himself with it several times. Leaving her fingers loosely holding him, he reached out with both hands to cup her tits and began gently fondling them, lightly rolling her nipples in his fingers. After about a minute, he freed himself from her and leaned close to kiss her on the mouth, then moved to the other side of the bed.
Pauletta wasn't going to be nearly as much fun to play with, because of her choice in sl**pwear. He took her clothed tits in both hands, slowly and gently, checking for any disturbance in her sl**p. Then he slid his hands down over her belly to her hips, his thumbs resting on the swell of her mound. Carefully, he slid one inside the fly of her shorts and almost cried out as his bare skin found hers. Gently, he repositioned his hand so that his middle finger took his thumb's place inside her shorts. With one of her legs bent, he could get his finger into position before actually touching her. When he did, he could feel she was ever so slightly damp. Holding her there, he leaned close so that his cock brushed her lips.
It wouldn't take much and I could have her in two openings at once, he thought. He grinned. And apparently she wants it so bad.
On the other side of the bed, Viv rolled again, so that her back was to the edge of the bed. Ben froze, wondering if she was about to wake up. And wouldn't that get interesting.
Slowly, he moved away from his stepdaughter and back around to her friend. He rested his hand on her hip, checking for any changes, but not expecting any. Gently, he slid the hem of her gown further up and admired the exposed anatomy. He grabbed the video camera and repositioned it for a better view of her bottom. Her knees were drawn up into an almost fetal position, perfectly placed to be taken from behind or on top, her pussy on full display. A gentle finger-stroke revealed a dampness to her, too.
He leaned close and rubbed his cock up the crack of her ass, wondering how long it would be before she woke up if he took her. Carefully, he swung one leg over her and braced it between the two girls. The angle still wasn't quite right for real penetration, but it got the head of his cock into contact with her pussy-lips. He pushed gently and her body opened itself to him, revealing wet petals eager to take him in. Very slowly, he stroked himself in and out of her, never managing to get even the whole head of his cock inside her. After a half a dozen strokes, he pulled out of her and moved back to Pauletta, rubbing his pussy-slicked cock on her lips. He put his face to her crotch, kissing her mound through the fabric of her shorts and inhaled her scent.
Okay, it's time to work out before I **** someone, he told himself. Or two someones.
** ** **
Pauletta woke up, remembering the feel of the beer bottle inside her. It had been incredibly different, maybe in part because it had been Viv's hands holding her wrists down over her head and sliding the bottle in and out of her pussy, those gorgeous tits dangling over her face just out of reach, threatening to jump out of her nightie. But it had been really, really good. Grinning, she arched her back and ran her hands down her belly. Viv was still stretched out beside her, one boob having finally spilled out of her gown. Pauletta reached out and cupped it, wondering if she should have let Viv use more than the bottle on her.
She realized she could hear Ben working out in the living-room. Viv would probably be terribly upset if she missed the show. The thought of watching him move and strain made her body, still partially under the grip of the alcohol, get wet fast. She gently took Viv's hand and slid it into the fly of her boy-shorts and between her legs, wondering if she could get off on her friend's fingers before the other girl woke up.
Less than a minute later, she had her answer as her body bucked and spasmed as Viv continued to almost snore beside her. Grinning, she cleaned Viv's fingers on the sheets. She rolled out of bed onto shaky legs and started stretching.
"Viv, wake up, slut. Daddy's out there exercising, if you want to watch."
Viv rolled over onto her belly and looked around at Pauletta. "Hm? Whadja say?"
Pauletta grinned and leaned close, deliberately giving the girl a distracting view of ample cleavage. "I said Daddy's working out in the living-room, if you want to go make some breakfast and watch him, horny little slut."
A smile spread across her face. "God. Oh God, yes. Make breakfast, watch him work out, and jack off while I do it. Do you think he'd notice?"
"Mm-hm." She rolled back on her side and stretched, her gown failing to cover anything below her waist. "Definitely. So what were you when you were screaming 'Daddy, Daddy' as you squirted all over the beer bottle?" She levered herself up off the bed and headed for the door, grinning. "I gotta pee, then I'm starving. Let's go find some breakfast."
** ** **
Ben grinned to himself as he heard the bedroom door open and the two girls come out. He had been deliberately noisier than usual about setting up his workout equipment, hoping to get them awake and moving before he finally started on his routine. He'd caught Pauletta watching him before and if she'd taken pics and sent them to Viv and got Viv excited, then the odds were that Viv would be interested in watching him work out, too. He didn't really consider himself to be worth watching -- still too much body fat in too many places and only the hint of the beginning of muscle tone and definition starting to show. But if the ladies like it...
Unfortunately, the adventure in the girls' bedroom had left him with a huge boner that made a highly visible bulge in his shorts. That meant he'd be keeping his back to them or risk giving away the game. And he discovered he was thinking of it as such. It was his move and he planned to get them as stirred up as possible so that they would need to come play with him while he was asl**p, which he now had his security camera set to capture. The move after that depended on how the girls played theirs, but waking either one of them up with his cock slamming into a juicy little cunt was starting to sound pretty appealing.
That's for later. Right now, tease them into arousal so that they have to play with you when you are "safe." With that thought in mind, he settled into his work-out, intent on driving them crazy for the next hour.
** ** **
Viv tucked away her cell-phone and grinned at Pauletta, flashing three fingers at her as Ben put the barbells back on the weight-rack. Pauletta stuck her tongue out and flipped the girl off. Viv grinned impishly, then raised an eyebrow in silent question. Pauletta glared at her for several seconds then held up one finger.
But it was a doozey. Leave it to Viv to turn watching him work out into some sort of sex competition. She arched backward, stretching and popping her spine, then realized Ben was watching her and blushed.
"I didn't wake y'all up, did I?"
Viv grinned and held up four fingers when he turned away. "No, sir. Your terrible daughter woke me up. Whatever you did didn't bother me at all."
Pauletta wondered about the smirk on his face as he came into the kitchen with their empty beer bottles. He held them up, one on almost every finger, and grinned. "These probably helped make sure of that."
Pauletta opened the lid of the trashcan for him. "Maybe for her, but I still wake up just as easily even after I've been drinking." She caught a glimpse of the smirk again. "What? What are you grinning about?"
He shrugged, still grinning. "Lucky you. Makes it hard for anyone to take advantage of you, I'd guess."
She grunted noncommittally. "I guess. Are you going to eat something?"
He was digging around in the refrigerator. "No, I ate right after work. I'm going to drink this protein shake, take a shower, and go to bed soon. From the looks of you two, I'd suggest doing the same."
Pauletta nodded. "I probably will. We were up late drinking and trying to make Spa City actually play."
"Sad thing is, you could likely get in a lot of good play-time right now, what with it being school hours." He looked at Viv, who was giggling.
She waved a hand at him. "I'm sorry -- that just reminded me of something from last night. And I think I may still be a little tipsy."
Pauletta watched Viv as she watched Ben drain his glass of what looked like strawberry milk. Once finished, he sauntered towards the bathroom, apparently oblivious to the effect he was having on Viv.
Once he was gone, Viv looked at her, eyes all but glazed over. "Please tell me you have a peep-hole."
"A peep-hole from your room into the bathroom. I wanna see him naked. I think he had a hard-on and I wanna know!"
Pauletta rolled her eyes. "Oh just go climb into the shower with him! I doubt he'd put you out."
Viv made a pouty face. "I can't until the dare is over, bee. Otherwise, believe me I would. My little lips can just feel his enormous manliness forcing -"
"Enough!" Pauletta covered her ears. "God, girl -- you are hopeless. I've never looked for one or made one."
Viv shrugged. "Ah, well. There's always media-center." She pulled out her phone and stood up. "And his bed." She grinned and raced thru the living-room, her skimpy nightie sliding up to expose her buttcheeks.
Pauletta sat down at the table and put her head in her hands. Thanks to Viv, she was now insatiably horny and couldn't think about anything else but screwing her brains out. And Viv wasn't exactly being quiet in there, either. And wouldn't that be lovely -- Daddy to come out of the shower and catch my friend masturbating on his bed to pics I took of me playing with him and exposing him while he slept. That would be just perfect. She realized she was fingering herself and promptly shoved those fingers into her mouth and bit down on them.
Viv came out shortly afterward, a devilish grin on her face and sat down beside her. "Think he'll be able to go to sl**p on a pillow that I wiped my orgasmic pussy on?"
"You didn't! Oh, God," Pauletta moaned in despair.
Viv let out a happy sigh. "I did. Oooooh, God," she said blissfully. "I can't wait until he goes to sl**p so I can rub my wet, throbbing lips on him. I figure the pussy juice on his pillow should give him a hard-on in his sl**p."
"I can't believe you're wanting to fuck my dad."
Viv punched her lightly on the arm. "Stepdad and I can't believe you aren't! Apparently, your mom and I have similar taste in men. That man standing there on the other side of this wall, less than ten feet away from us, naked, dripping wet, and all muscley is a hunk. A fuck-me-now-stud. Your mom is a lucky lady. And he happens to look like a couple of your ex's that I know of. Hope he acts better."
"Uh. Other than telling me he'd love to do me at the drop of a hat, cheating on Mom? Yeah, sure, he acts better. Now hush, he'll be out any second."
** ** **
Ben nudged his door closed, making sure it didn't latch. There - make it easier for them, he thought. As he sat down to play some Mafia Wars before hitting the sack, he saw the blinking icon of another security video capture waiting. The brief frown was replaced by a smile as he thought about what the camera might have caught. He slipped his headphones on and called up the video.
Viv raced into view and sprawled face-down on his unkempt bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and started playing with her phone. The photos weren't legible, but they were obviously exciting her. She dropped one hand to a tit and began massaging it through her skimpy nightgown. After a few seconds, she moved the cloth down as Ben had done and began tugging on her nipple. Her mouth was hanging open and the audio track caught the sound of her breathing turning into panting. Biting her bottom lip, she shoved her hand under her belly with a grunt, squirming her hips up until she was satisfied. Moaning, she lowered herself onto her hand and began grinding. She slowly flipped through the pictures on her phone, squirming against her fingers and moaning, getting louder. Finally, she spread her legs apart farther and put her head down on his pillow, still looking at her phone while coincidentally facing the hidden camera. Her eyes fell closed and she put her phone down so she could work her pussy with both hands. Her moaning was almost constant now, as her hips raced against her hands.
"Oh, daddy, please fuck your little stepslut, please," she whispered, just loud enough to be heard by the camera. "Yes, sir, just like that..." Her mouth fell open as her orgasm hit and she groaned, a long, low, a****l sound as her hips shook spasmodically. She continued to whimper as her body slowed and finally stopped. She opened her eyes with an impish grin. Sitting up on her knees, she took his pillow and pressed it to her freshly-fingered pussy and ground herself against it. Flipping it over, she carefully put it back in place. Sucking on her fingers, she collected her phone and sauntered out of his room...
Ben was sorely tempted to walk back to the kitchen and fuck the little minx's brains out, spread across the dining-table. She was already revved up and running hot, obviously. No, I think I want to wait and see what the two of them cook up together while I'm asl**p. He checked his bed and found a tiny dark spot that smelled like sex. The underside of his pillow was another story entirely -- it was more than just a small spot. He grinned, inhaling. That's gonna make it hard to go to sl**p. Or make me go to sl**p hard.
** ** **
"Okay, bitch, we need a plan." The girls were sprawled on Pauletta's bed, awake again after a post-workout nap. "You say he and your mom joke about having woke up halfway through sex with no idea of how they got started?"
Pauletta groaned and rolled up on her side to face away from Viv. "Yes, that's the story. They thought it was really funny."
"I bet I can take him. Oh, yummy, I bet we could take him deep and jack off on him if we move just enough to get him inside and then keep still."
"You're insane, Viv. Obsessed and insane."
"He's hot, bee. I'm just saying what you are feeling. If you weren't, you wouldn't have gone on Misha's dare. We'll need pics. Not that anyone will ever see them, but I know I at least will get a lot of really pleasurable mileage out of them."
"Think he's asl**p?"
"Soundly, I'm sure."
"Hey, c'mon, girl." Viv laid her hand on Pauletta's arm and gave her a gentle shake. "What's wrong?"
Pauletta sighed. "Everything. You are obsessing over this, treating him like some giant sex-toy. I feel like everything is spinning totally out of control. You've got me ragingly horny and fixated on my stepdad. I don't want to want him and yet here I am, soaking fucking wet at the thought of watching you play with him in his sl**p."
"Hormones make you do stupid shit, bee." She grabbed Pauletta's shoulder and rolled her onto her back. In one swift move, Viv straddled her and planed her hands on her shoulders, pinning her. "You want what he's got, he wants what you've got -- get together and trade, dammit." She sat back, grinding her hips against Pauletta's and slid her nightie over her head. "What do you think he'd do if he woke up to this sight?"
Pauletta giggled and arched her hips. "Prolly this." She reached up and grabbed the other girl's tits. "He's awful and you can see he wants to devour you."
"Mmmm." Viv closed her eyes and leaned her head back, smiling. "Marvelous. So, we're agreed? One deep penetration and then jack off around him?"
"Geez, slut!" Pauletta pushed the girl off to the side amid a storm of giggling.
"Look, I'm going in naked -- you have to come take pics, so you have to go in naked, too." She grabbed Pauletta's boy-shorts and started pulling them off.
"Okay, okay, fine!" She rolled off the bed and quickly stripped to Viv's appreciative noises. "Let's go drive ourselves insane on stepdaddy-dearest's cock." She stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder. "What if he wakes up and sees us in his room, naked?"
Viv giggled and wrapped her arms around Pauletta's waist, tits making a pair of white-hot points in her back. "We have a threesome!"
Giggling, the girls hurried through the hall and kitchen, where they stopped to listen. Pauletta silenced her phone and switched to to camera mode, giving Viv a thumbs-up. The dark-haired girl grinned and crept across the living-room to Ben's door, which stood open a tiny crack, and peered in. Pauletta snapped a picture, Viv's pose reminding her of a cat peeking into a new space it had never encountered.
She watched as her friend carefully nudged the door open and took another pic, angled to catch the nude intruder and the man sprawled on the bed beyond. If I thought I could get away with showing this anywhere, this is an awesome pic. But if Daddy ever say it, we'd be in it up to our necks! She had to fight back a giggle at the thought and concentrated on taking pics of Viv approaching Ben's bed.
Viv sank to her knees next to the bed, hands covering her mouth. The naked canvas of her lean, tanned body made Pauletta envious and horny at the same time. The setting was perfect for another picture, some fey sprite come to worship at the altar of her lust. Tentatively, Viv reached out toward him where he lay, sprawled on his back. Her hands hovered a scant inch above his belly before she began seemingly stroking the air above him. Up his belly to his chest, stopping to almost brush his nipples before moving to leave phantom caresses on his face. Then down, slowly, along his sides to his hips and down his legs. Finally, her hands drifted back up to his waist and she let them settle -- slowly, lightly onto the cloth of his pajama shorts. His erection was huge and had Viv's complete attention. Pauletta moved to capture the look of rapt awe on her friend's face.
Very slowly, Viv moved one hand off his hip to gently stroke his manhood hidden behind the cloth. She let her hand settle into a loose grip around him and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the fabric.
"He smells delicious." Her words were barely whispered, but to Pauletta, Viv seemed to be shouting. She moved her hand began smelling her way up his body. At his nipple, she paused to kiss it then ran her tongue around it. Ben twitched and Pauletta felt her heart -- already racing -- double its speed. Seriously... what do we do if he wakes up and catches us? The wetness between her legs suggested Viv's idea was more than acceptable to certain parts of her. More pictures.
Gently, Viv began doing exactly what Pauletta had done -- God, was it only yesterday? - and gathered the fabric of his shorts-leg into a bunch to move it away from his prize. Holding her hair back, Viv took him into her mouth. Pauletta felt a perverse pleasure in noting Viv hadn't taken him as deeply as she had. God bless a repressible gag reflex. More pics. But my God she looks so hot doing him like that.
Finally, Viv let go of him and moved to straddle him. Pauletta was taking pics almost constantly now. Carefully, she shifted her weight so as to not touch him any more than necessary, leaving her almost in a squat over him. Reaching down, she fingered her pussy as Pauletta took more pics, then carefully eased Ben's manhood up where she could take it in. And take him she did, easing down his shaft in a move so slow and careful that it would have driven a conscious man insane with desire. Stopping just shy of sitting on him, Viv ran her hands up her legs and over her belly to her tits. For several seconds, she played with them, pinching, pulling, and rubbing the nipples into pointed little rocks of flesh. Then she slid one hand down between her spread thighs and pushed on her clit. Slowly, her head tipped back and sideways and her mouth fell open.
Pauletta hoped her friend could stay quiet. The setting was starting to drive her insane with need and the air was thick with the smell of sex. Viv started panting and the finger on her sex-button was steadily tapping. Pauletta took close-ups of Viv's face as well as Ben's manhood piercing her flower. One small, soft moaning exhale was the only audible clue Viv's orgasm had hit. Her finger slowed its tapping until finally she stopped completely. Carefully, she slid her way off him and off his bed.
She leaned close to Pauletta. "In-fucking-tense, bee. You want a turn?"
No, I want to fuck him until he wakes up and rolls me over, holds me down, and pounds me until I scream. I want him to go far away so I never have to feel how wet he makes me ever again. "Hell, yeah."
She'd all but done it before -- weight on all fours over him and backing onto him. It was so, so easy -- watching his sl**ping face and feeling his cock slowly make its way into her core. She was so wet that there was no hesitation. But then I'm getting sloppy seconds, he's already covered in Viv's cum. That thought made her breath catch. Viv had fucked her daddy and now she was about to. She wanted to curl up on him and cry even as she wanted to slam her hips against his until she exploded. Instead, she eased back until there was no more room for him and then she leaned away from him. Her finger found her clit and started to move. She gave her hips one slow, smooth roll, enjoying the feel of his shaft sliding out then back in, then concentrated on fingering herself.
His head moved, rolling from one side to the other and one arm pulled in close to brush her leg. Daddy... I wanna cum so hard for you that I soak you Her spasms hit, rocking her to her core. "Daddy... oh, Daddy..." She wasn't sure if she'd said it out loud, but he didn't move as her body continued its release. Finally, she found the strength to ease herself off him.
"He's gonna know. He's gonna wake up with a cock covered in pussy juices."
Viv simply winked and moved back to the bed, where she carefully took his soaked erection into her mouth again. After several seconds of attention, she sat back on her heels and examined him. Satisfied, she pulled his shorts back over him and caught Pauletta by the hand, almost dragging her from the room.
** ** **
Ben sat back as the video ended with the girls leaving his room. And I slept through all that? He played the last few minutes again, as Pauletta slowly mounted him. His cock throbbed as he watched her hump him one time then worked herself into oblivion, calling to him at the very end as she came. Damn, baby girl. You need it that bad? We gotta do something about that.
He brought up the video he'd shot of feeling up the two girls and went to work, picking out shots as he put together a plan.
** ** **
She was sprawled face-down on her bed, book abandoned by her pillow, maybe asl**p, maybe not. Ben slipped quietly across the carpet to stand beside her bed, bottle of sexy-smelling lotion in one hand. Here goes nothing...
As he slid his leg over her, straddling the small of her back, she apparently realized he was there and started to turn over. He stopped her with a palm in the middle of her shoulder blades while he finished getting into position.
"What are you doing?" She sounded surprised and angry.
"Back rub, chick. Hush and enjoy."
"I do not want a back rub. Get off me!" She twisted, trying to turn away out from under him, but his position gave him too much advantage.
"Sure you do. You just wish you didn't. I've seen pictures."
That took the wind out of her sails and her struggles died immediately. "Oh. Oh, God. Oh, nooo..."
He leaned close to her ear, his hard-on pressing against the curve of her ass. "Oh, yes. Delicious pics. Pics of you and me doing delicious things. In fact, I have a couple I want you to see." He sat back up and pulled out his phone. The pic-messages were already prepped and were on her phone in seconds. He pumped a dollop of lotion into his hand and rubbed his palms together, then ran lotion-coated hands over her shoulders as she cautiously opened the pics on her phone. The first one showed his hand on her tit, thumb alongside a partially-swollen nipple. She whimpered softly. "Oh, God, you didn't." She advanced to the next one. This time, he was naked and his hand was obviously in her crotch. It wasn't visible in the shot, but his body positioning made it clear his cock was in or at least close to her mouth.
"Wanna see what I did with Viv?"
"With ... Viv?" She groaned. "You didn't."
He sent the next two, one of him sucking on her nipple and one of him standing naked over her, cock between her legs. "Viv loves pics. You should send these to her."
"It'll drive her crazy."
"Oh, I have no doubt. Send them and tell her Daddy said he was returning the favor."
He worked on in silence after she sent them, content to let her stew in her own thoughts, no doubt wondering what he was going to do and not sure what she hoped he would do. Once her shoulders were done, loose and slick, he pulled the tail of her shirt up to work on her lower back. He moved back to give himself more leverage, not coincidentally positioning himself so that as he leaned forward and pushed with his thumbs, his cock was pressed between her asscheeks.
Once her back below her bra was done, he turned around, still straddling her, and began working on each leg, from ankle up to the hem of her boy-shorts. Finally, with both legs done, he ran his thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and slid them down over her ass and off her.
She gave a surprised squawk and started squirming again.
"Oh be still," he said. Another dollop of lotion, this time applied directly to her ass. His hands began working it in to what began as complaints. He smiled to himself as her squirms changed from uncoordinated efforts to get away and settled into a smooth rhythm of enjoyment. He turned around again to face forward, quickly sliding out of his gym shorts. He kneaded the underside of her butt, sliding a thumb down between her legs to find her pussy was greedily wet. Moving back to his original spot, he nudged the swollen shaft of his cock down between the cheeks of her ass and lined up on her pussy. A gentle push with his hips as he leaned forward to massage her shoulders again and she was impaled.
"You like it?"
"I wish I didn't. God. God, fuck me, Daddy."
He unhooked her bra and helped her struggle out of the tank-top and bra, tossing them to the floor. "There. Now lay still and enjoy the massage."
He kept his hips still, letting the massage move her along his shaft until her first orgasm hit.
"UNH!" She pushed up onto her hands and knees, panting and shaking. "More, Ben. More, harder, deeper, anything. Just keep fucking me."
"Wanna send Viv a pic?"
Mutely, she fumbled her phone out and worked with it as he held her hips pulled against him, his cock deep inside her. He took the cell-phone from her and out to the side to take a pic of them. He sent the pic to Viv with the caption, "I didn't leave her any other choice. This is right now. When is my other little stepslut gonna come visit daddy?"
"Mmmm, she wants you."
Setting the phone down, he took her by the hips and began moving her against him. "I know. But she can't have me if she's not here."
Soon, her hand was between her legs, stroking his shaft and furiously working her clit. It wasn't long before she exploded with a pillow-muffled shriek and collapsed.
Ben reached over and picked up the phone. Viv had written back "OMGOMG Plz sir can your stepslut cum play right now? More pics?"
Laughing, he took a pic of himself straddling Pauletta's collapsed form then one of her pussy holding his cock. "I think she's on her way over."
"Ummmm. If I manage to use you up, it won't do her any good."
He leaned forward and bit the back of her neck, pleased by the squirming that resulted. "Sure, if."
She shoved her hips up and back. "I can go a lot longer than you can."
He propped himself up on his elbows, stretched out along her back, enjoying the feel of her against him. He sent another text to Viv. "Door's unlocked, join the party." He chuckled. "Betcha she's naked before she clears the living-room."
Pauletta giggled into her pillow. "I'd imagine so. Oh, you are driving me crazy!"
He licked her neck, above where he'd rubbed lotion. "Mm-hm. That's the idea." She groaned and squirmed her hips against his. He laughed. "When I finally pop, I want you so used up that you can't move."
She groaned again, deeper and longer. "Please, Ben?"
"Please what," he mumbled into her hair.
"Please fuck me again. Or some more, whatever. Just...don't stop."
He chuckled again and ran one hand down her side to her hip. Carefully, he slid his hand under her belly and down between her legs. Her breathing increased as his finger found her clit. Slowly he began rubbing it in small circles until her hips stopped and twitching and began pumping. Then he switched to a slow side-to-side stroke.
"Ooooooooh, yeah." She straightened her arms from under her head to push against the headboard. "OH yeah.... God, yeah." Her hips started grinding against his hand in small circles, setting up a wonderful out-and-back stroke along his cock. He bit the back of her neck again and held on, letting her work herself to another orgasm. She whispered his name as the wave started breaking over her. "Ben... yeah. Fuck me so good." She broke into whimpering as his fingers slid back and forth over her clit and carried her up on the crest of the emotion. "Oh, daddy... oooh... please, yeah..."
Ben heard the front door open and quick, light footsteps cross the kitchen floor, only to pause at the bedroom doorway. He grinned, imagining Viv standing in the doorway, totally naked, watching the two of them and probably playing with herself. He pressed gently but firmly on Pauletta's clit as she rocked against his hand and she started shuddering. Finally, he licked her ear and whispered, "Cum for me. Now."
She pushed against the headboard, arching her hips down against his hand. "Unh...unh...oh... oh, Ben... oh, daddy..." He felt her pussy clench up in rapid spasms as her hips bucked. "Daddy... yeah... fuck me, daddeeeeeDADDY! AAAAH!" Her muscles locked up underneath him and she shook all over as the orgasm broke against her, carrying her away. "Oooooooh... ooooh God, yeah....oh, Daddy..."
Ben looked over his shoulder at Viv and blew her a kiss. She was stark naked and clinging to the doorframe as if she were about to collapse, one hand between splayed legs, eyes glassy. Slowly, she slid her fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth, grinning.
"Oh, God!" Pauletta howled and pulled a pillow over her head, whimpering. "You were watching us?"
"Bout damn time, bee. How many was that?" Ben held up three fingers. "Ooooh, and you meanies didn't call me first?" She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.
"We sent pics." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed beside Pauletta. "Get over here stepslut."
"Unnnh!" Viv shivered all over and ducked her head, looking at him through her lashes. "Yes, sir, daddy-man." She scampered across the carpet and slid onto the bed. "How does daddy-sir want his newest stepslut?"
Ben pushed himself up onto his knees, keeping his stepdaughter impaled on his cock. "Naked, horny, and dripping wet."
"Mmmm... check, check, and OOOH!" She gasped as he ran his hand up between her legs and slid two fingers into her pussy. "And check," she sighed. She looked at him and smiled. "Can I call you Daddy?"
Ben laughed. "I thought you already were."
Viv squirmed in his hand, settling against the curve of his palm, and placed both her hands over his with another sigh. "Oh, my, you feel good. Mmmmm...a girl could get used to this." She stretched and arched her back, picking her tits up as if offering them to him. She turned and nuzzled Pauletta's shoulder. "Will you share your daddy, bee? Please?"
Pauletta whimpered under the pillow. Viv nipped her on the shoulder. "What was that, s*s?"
Pauletta pulled the pillow off her head. "Call him anything you want, do whatever you want with him, as long as he fucks me!"
Viv giggled and squirmed, lifting her leg and draping it across Pauletta's back, just ahead of Ben. "I think she likes it, Daddy."
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