Afternoons No More

It had been weeks. Weeks of afternoon rendezvous at that same hotel suite. Weeks of hurried fucks on the kitchen table, and weeks of sneaking into her girlish room at night while his wife slept on in the master bedroom. Weeks of coupling all over the house when her mother was gone for work and weeks of enjoying her lush, curvy, sweet young body.

Damon had slaked the bulk of his lust in that first stretch of days when he had Kate all to himself. She'd come home from school, all but drooling for his cock. When she'd found him in the den that first time, his dick in his hand, hard and leaking at the tip, she'd moaned and dropped to her knees. Those last few feet, she'd crawled to him, taking up her place between his feet and swallowed his dick with a practiced precision that he was ecstatic to see and feel. He'd held her head, tossing his own back, and fucked her mouth with all the abandon he'd felt in that moment.

"Alone in the house at last," he'd said, shoving his cock past her tongue and banging against her throat. She'd gagged once before adjusting her hold on him and relaxing her throat once more. She hadn't responded to his words, only moaned as he jacked into her mouth again and again.

As she'd sat back on her heels after and wiped her lips, giving him a shy smile that still smacked of her recently devastated innocence. And yet, it did linger. Her soft eyes, that hitch in her breathing whenever he moved near her, the eager way she obeyed his every whim.

Like when he'd fucked her ass the week before. Another afternoon delight. One that he'd repeated later at home that same day. When her mother had left for a walk with a neighbor/friend, he'd cornered her in the bathroom just as she'd descended into a warm bubble bath.

"I need your ass again, Kate."

She'd groaned and tried to refuse, batting ineffectually at his hands as he'd positioned her over the end of the big jetted tub. But she'd arched her back and presented her wide ass to him all the same, her pussy leaking so much of her juices that he'd known she wanted it as much as he did.

So he'd lubed her ass and his cock and brought them together in a slow glide that had them both panting hard in the already steam-filled room.

All of that, those weeks ago, had eased his treatment of her. Somewhat. She was still his fucktoy to use, but he didn't always push her to the same extremes as he had those first few times. And really, what else could he have done? By the time he'd fucked her cherry into oblivion, he'd been out of his mind with need for her. Now, having her at his every whim, he was more content to savor the softness of her body and her sweet eyes begging him for more, always.

One day, as he stirred from his dreams, the morning his wife -- her mother -- was due to return home from another business trip, he rolled to his back and stretched an arm out. He found her warm plumpness and smiled when he turned his head to find her still sleeping. He'd fucked her good and long into the night. His own body gave a twinge of protest as he shuffled out from under the tangled sheets and stood up.

He eyed his sweet little stepdaughter in the bed as he crossed to the master bathroom. No way could he sleep in her little twin bed, though they did have fun fucking in there, especially on the nights he crept in while his wife slept in this room.

When he returned to the big bed a minute later, his dick stirring against his thigh, he found that Kate had rolled to her back, her full tits splayed wide on her chest. He sighed and happily recalled the times he'd fucked those luscious tits. She'd held them sometimes, lapping at the tip of his cock as he'd slipped between them, and gobbling down his come as he'd released on her face.

He did so love coming all over his little schoolgirl's face.

Reaching the bed, he tugged the sheets down until she was revealed to him in full. Her perfect bald pussy, puffy and pink from all his attentions in the past twenty-four hours. He gently spread her legs, careful not to stir her too much. Her thighs fell open, knees bent and wide apart and she slept on, her breathing heavy and a tiny snore exiting her lips on every other exhale. Much like her mother. Which brought his dick to full attention.

The wrongness of it all, the taboo, the wickedness of fucking his wife's daughter, even if she was of age, made him hard every time he considered it. So be it.

Shifting between her spread thighs, he rubbed his thumb up and down her sweet little hole. Up to her clit, and down to her well-used asshole. Then he spread her open and dug with his fingers into her pussy. He wiggled his digits back and forth, feeling the sticky spend still inside her. And yet, even as she continued to sleep, her body grew slick and soft under his attentions.

"Good girl," he breathed and ran his wet fingers down the length of his already satisfied dick.

Moving forward, he slicked his cock through her wet lips, up and down, getting himself nice and lubed.

She slept on.

She slept on as he pushed with his hips, sinking into her soft, sucking, welcoming cunt. She slept on as he pulled back and sank in again, all the way this time, down and down until his balls rubbed against her perfect, squishy ass.

He did love all the holes and parts of her that he could fuck, but her pussy... oh, fucking hell. This wet, hot, gripping hole of hers, where he'd first had her, where she'd once been his sweet little virgin stepdaughter, he'd always have a special love for her gorgeous, pulsating cunt.

He fucked her slow, easing his dick in and out of her slick entrance. He watched her face, watched the way her smooth brow wrinkled if he shoved a little harder on one thrust, watched her beautiful D-cup tits bounce with every move he made inside her. He listened to the way her breathing hitched and altered as he continued to fuck her.

"Mmm. My little Kate." He bent low, letting his chest rub against her tits, now tightened into taut, hard peaks at the nipples. "Wake up, Kate, wake up and feel me fucking you from your dreams."

She stirred, one hand sliding up the pillow under her head. Her other hand came towards her chest only to pat the rigid muscles of his arm. That startled her enough that her eyelashes fluttered.

He started to fuck her harder, driving deeper, letting the sound of their skin slapping fill the empty room.

"Daddy?"

She sounded so delightfully confused and sleepy that he couldn't help but give her an indulgent smile. He bent his head and licked her lips, something he rarely did but always made her weak.

As expected, she melted under him. Her pussy clenched around him and a moan dragged up from her throat. Both her hands came to his shoulders and her knees lifted, cradling him between her plump thighs.

"Oh, Daddy."

God, yes. He loved watching the focus disappear from her gaze as he kept his pace up. His cock plundered her, in and out, and back again for more. She was so hot, so wet and giving under him. He reached down with one hand to hook under her knee, pressing her wider for him. He lifted himself over her, humping harder and harder until she was whimpering under the onslaught.

"That's it, Kate, my little Kate."

Her mouth fell open, her eyes lost in the grip of her lust.

"You want to come all over Daddy's cock?"

"Oh, yes, it's so good, Daddy." Her unfocused eyes were on his face, but he dropped his head and nipped at her neck, leaving a little red mark, lost among all the others. She'd taken to wearing a lot of turtle necks or high-collared shirts, which he allowed.

After that, he forgot about her clothes, or making her come, or anything but the hot tug of her cunt around his dick. God, it was so good. So fucking tight. How was she still so fucking tight as a fist around his length? It had been weeks, weeks since he'd fucked her virginity away, and he still lost his everloving mind in her sweet, wet depths.

Like now, as he fucked her faster, fucked her wildly, pounding into her hard enough to shove her up the bed until she was crying out and banging her head on the headboard with every jack of his hips against her body. And he didn't relent. He chased his climax, losing himself in her luscious young body.

"Fuck, yes!" He shouted to the rooftop and spilled his come into her warm, willing hole.

He sank down onto her, pretty sure in the back of his mind that he was crushing her, but she was so soft and warm, he didn't care.

At length, he felt her palm patting his shoulder tentatively.

"Daddy? Can I get up, please?"

He eased off of her, both of them grunting as his spent dick slipped out of her soaking pussy. He watched her shimmy off the bed and stumble to the bathroom. As she did her thing in there, his stomach grumbled and he sighed, rubbing his eyes, before getting up himself and heading downstairs to make something to eat.

There, he slapped together a quick breakfast for both of them, consisting of toast and peanut butter, along with some cut fruit and yogurt.

He was halfway done when she came into the kitchen wearing his white button-down shirt from the day before, and nothing else.

"Look at you." He sat back in his chair and brushed his hands off before patting his thigh.

She bit her lip and hurried to him, perching on his lap as instructed.

"Did I say you could put this on?"

"N-no, Daddy. I wanted to surprise you."

He chuckled, feeling indulgent after being so thoroughly satisfied by fucking her awake. "And you did, my little Kate."

She beamed, always so pleased to have pleased him. She leaned forward, snuggling into his chest. He'd started to allow this only this week, again, since she always so thoroughly saw to his needs and desires, he let her bask in his affection. If nothing else, it made her more malleable and willing to do anything he ordered her to. And he had so many unexplored plans for her still.

"Are you hungry?"

She nodded and sat up, about to leave his lap. He clutched her tighter, and pointed to the plate before them. She ate from that, and he finished his portion as well, their silence comfortable but already charging with their mutual lust.

"Your mom comes home today."

She gave him a brief pout and nodded. "So I can't stay home from school again?"

"No." He chuckled again and lifted a hand to begin undoing the buttons at the top of his shirt. "It's too risky to miss so much, my little Kate."

"You're right." She let out a put-upon sigh and shifted so he could slip his hand into the now-open shirt. His big palm covered one big tit and squeezed. A light moan slipped out of her and she melted against his side again. "I do have finals for this semester coming up."

"Yes, you do." He squeezed her nipple, smiling when it hardened between his fingers. "If you do well, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded."

"Oh, Daddy." She wrapped her arms around him, jolting when he pinched her nipple a little harder. "You always reward me."

"Do I? Am I too generous?"

"Never too generous." She giggled and sat back at his urging. "I love everything you give me, Daddy."

"Mm. I bet you do." He grabbed her thigh and lifted her so she was straddling him. "Now, do you think we have time for one more fuck?"

She glanced at the clock over the stove, making him chuckle. As if she'd deny him regardless. "I think so."

"Take my cock out."

She slipped her hands into his sweatpants and wrapped her warm fingers around his cock. She stroked him, crooning in satisfaction when he emerged from his pants hard and the tip slick already.

"Oh, Daddy. I love your hard cock."

He could have laughed at the practiced line, that wasn't practiced at all, coming from her, but she lifted up and sat down again, all of his hard cock sliding into her hot body once more.

Groaning in happy satisfaction, he let his head roll back on the chair and let her do as she wanted. This time. He was so content that morning that he didn't mind a nice, slow, innocent fuck, if ever there was such a thing. If there was, Kate was doing it now. Thank God and the devil for sturdy kitchen chairs.

"Mm, Daddy," she nuzzled his neck, her body moving up and down on his. The kitchen filled with the sound of her wet cunt slicking over his dick, up and down and in and out. Her thighs worked against his, lifting her, rolling her forward, and he let her rub herself against him, grinding down where it must feel oh, so good for her.

He wasn't sure, nor did he spend much time worrying about it, but he didn't think she'd come earlier. She was rapidly climbing towards it now, her movements becoming frantic, erratic, and hurried. She panted against his skin, in his ear, mindless moans of pleasure coming from her, along with the sucking pulse of her cunt.

"That's it, sweet Kate. You want to come on Daddy's cock, don't you?"

She whimpered and nodded against his neck. He reached up with one hand and wrapped her tangled hair in his fist, jerking her head back. She arched over him with a gasp, her hips still wriggling on him, seeking that orgasm so badly. He yanked the shirt down with his other hand and growled when her tits came into sight. He bent his head and bit down on one luscious nipple, then to one side, a little harder. She squealed, jerking against him, her hard little clit rubbing all over him.

"Daddy, Daddy, oh, Daddy, please."

"Please, what?"

"Ungh..." her moans deepened, her body starting to twitch as her climax started to consume her.

So of course, he jerked her off his lap and pressed her down to her knees.

"Suck me off, Kate. Now."

Her eyes filled with tears at the denied orgasm but she did as he ordered. She leaned forward, lapping up his dick, slicking her tongue up his length, soaked in her own juices. She moaned and slobbered all over his cock before opening her mouth wide and swallowing all of him with one try. He roared, pumping into her mouth and coming down her throat. Her fingers rested on his thighs, her throat working around him, as she swallowed every drop.

Holy hell. That was fucking perfect. He let out a breath, his chest pumping, and dropped his chin to watch as she finished her breakfast before gently letting him slip from between her swollen and used lips.

"Good girl."

She bit her lip and looked away.

Laughing softly, he tugged her to her feet and sat her on the table. There, he leaned over her, rubbing his unshaven chin over her neck and down to her nipples. She gasped as he did, her body jerking as he circled the highly sensitive tips.

"Always such a good girl, my little Kate, aren't you?"

"I-I try to be, Daddy." Her voice was weak, strained. He knew why and knew what she needed. And because she'd been his good little fucktoy all morning already, he gave it to her.

He shoved two fingers into her sloppy, weeping pussy and flicked his thumb over the hard protrusion of her clit. She yelped and threw her head back, her body arching like a bow before him.

"Oh, Daddy!" She wailed to the room, coming hard all over his fingers in seconds.

He watched her tits jiggle and jerk around as she rode his hand, luxuriating in the sensations he granted her.

"That's it, good girl. Good little Kate." He eased his fingers out as her tremors slowed down and lifted his wet hand to her face. "Now clean me up."

She did, eager and sloppy in her addled post-orgasm haze. He let her, so indulgent today, and when at last he was mostly cleaned up, he pulled her to her feet and pointed her at the stairs.

He slapped her ass and she gasped. "Now go get ready for school. We don't want to be late."

She nodded and hurried away to do his bidding.

****

Kate's pussy was sore. She squirmed all through the ride to school, and through her first two classes of the day. One teacher reprimanded her for it and she blushed furiously in embarrassment. And something more. Something no one around her would ever know.

Her body burned for her stepfather. She burned with the need to fuck him, to suck him, to take his cock into whatever hole of hers that he wanted. Always. She woke wanting Damon. She dreamed of him, and daydreamed, and ached every moment to have him touch her again.

In her more lucid moments, she knew how wrong it was to want him so much. But Damon, he was her everything. Even knowing it all could only end in one of two ways -- disaster or a bigger disaster -- did nothing to stop her mind from always straying to him.

Like today, as she walked from lunch at the cafeteria to her next class. Someone nudged her shoulder several times before she blinked and faced her classmate, Angela.

"Hey, where you been?" Angela frowned. "You look flushed. Are you sure you're feeling well enough to be back?"

Kate let out a little laugh and nodded. She was flushed because her stepdad had fucked her twice that morning before school and his come was still leaking out of her well-used pussy. "I'm fine. How are you?"

Angela shrugged. "Fine. I've got notes from history yesterday for you if you want."

"Yeah. Thanks."

They walked on in silence until another classmate whistled and brought them to a stop outside their history classroom.

"Damn, Katie. Lookin' good." It was Trevor, one of her usual tormentors.

Chubby, quiet, studious Kate. Always the butt of everyone's jokes and taunts. She was used to it after three years of high school but this year, with her mind so much occupied elsewhere, she wasn't bothered half as much as she used to be. They might call her fat but Daddy liked her, and loved fucking her, rolls and all.

"Whatever, Trevor." She tried to brush past him and follow Angela into the classroom, but he stopped her, pinning her against the lockers beside the doorway.

"Hey, now. I'm just making an observation." He leered as he leaned over her, tugging at the collar of her shirt.

She gasped and tried to swat him away. Tease and taunt he might do, but he'd never touched her like this before.

"Looks like your hickeys are getting out of control. Which nerd did you pay to give them to you?"

Kate frowned and shoved him hard, managing to move him enough that she could slip away, clutching at her collar. She hurried to her seat behind Angela and ignored the mocking grin Trevor turned in her direction. She managed to ignore him throughout the rest of the class and narrowly avoided being cornered by him again as they left for their next class when history was done.

At home that night, her quiet mood didn't go unnoticed by either of her parents. Her mother tried to draw it out of her but she brushed her aside easily enough. One look at Damon's face as she excused herself from the dinner table told her she wouldn't be able to put him off the same.

He left her alone as they all watched a movie after dinner, and when she went to her room to do her homework. He didn't say anything when they passed each other in the hall as she finished brushing her teeth and went to bed.

She undressed next to her bed, leaving her blinds open, all the ambient light spilling over her girly bedding, just as Damon said he liked it. She pushed her covers down on the bed and laid down, naked, legs spread, and crossed her arms behind her head, wondering what he'd make her do tonight. She shivered in anticipation and closed her eyes as her body grew warm and wet between her thighs.

She dozed but came awake when her bedroom door clicked open. Then he was there, on the bed with her, half of him in shadow in the light coming in her open window.

"Turn over." His whisper was harsh and she rolled immediately to her stomach to obey.

He spanked her. Once, hard and loud, making her panic and look back at him.

"Don't worry about your mother. She had a glass of wine after dinner, she's not waking up for anything."

He spanked her again, on the other cheek. Reassured by his words, and his very presence, Kate relaxed into her bed, muffling her cries in her pillow as he took a few more smacks to her ass. It burned and her pussy was leaking like crazy when he smoothed a hand over her full ass.