Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 free porn video

It was Friday night, a few weeks after I had comprehensively fingered my stepdaughter, Hannah, that extraordinary evening in the hot tub. I had arrived home from work unexpectedly early; my meeting in London having ended sooner than usual and I had been able to catch an earlier train.

Haunted by guilt and the fear of exposure, I had been avoiding both my stepdaughter and the tub ever since that night. Unnervingly, Hannah had been behaving as if nothing had happened - though it was obvious she now believed we had a shared secret - and I was just starting to feel safe.

But I still hadn’t dared use the tub with either Hannah or her mother, my wife, Debbie.

The house was empty; Debbie was meeting colleagues after work and Hannah was going to a movie with a potential date so I could do whatever I wanted without interference.

What I wanted to do first was go on a run through the ancient woodlands that our house backed onto - the warm late August sun was shining so brightly it was simply too perfect an opportunity to miss - so after quickly changing into my vest and shorts, off I went.

An hour later, hot and sweaty but feeling content and very righteous, I jogged panting into the back garden and tried to regain my breath while cursing myself for not having trained harder for the past few months. The run had been everything I had wanted; warm paths, cool shade, the smell of the trees; perfect! Opening the back door I quickly grabbed a cold drink from the fridge before going back outside to rehydrate and cool down.

My eyes were inevitably drawn to the hot tub that bubbled away almost silently in the corner of the patio and the idea of having the sweat and dust on my body washed away and my tired muscles gently massaged by the water grew more appealing by the minute.

I went back into the house and grabbed a towel from the laundry room then slipped off my running shoes, socks and vest before returning to the tub dressed only in my running shorts. I knew I should have had a shower before getting into the water but it looked so inviting, I felt hot and sweaty and there was no-one to see me. I just couldn’t resist it and stepped guiltily into the water, panting a little at its temperature then lowered myself up to my neck in its hot depths.

It felt simply wonderful as my body adjusted to the heat; the calming, soothing liquid enveloped my tired, aching muscles, its warmth making me almost dizzy with the sensations. I sat on the submerged bench, leaned back against the smooth side, spread my arms around its edge and tilted my face towards the clear blue sky.

Relaxation washed over me. Alone in the house, out of earshot of the phone, invisible to the neighbours and feeling pleased with myself for having got the day’s exercise out of the way, I washed the salt from my face and pressed the button beneath my fingers.

The bubbles started. I could feel the powerful water jets pummelling my legs, lower spine and shoulders, easing the strain my woodland run had induced. I sipped my Diet Coke, wishing it had been a cold beer instead, closed my eyes and let myself drift into a doze.

The weekend was coming; Anne and Ted’s barbecue on Saturday; walking in the countryside on Sunday...

“Pfffft!” The sound of a drink can being opened snapped me back from my reverie with a jolt.

“Hi!” Hannah’s voice coming from behind me was soft and friendly. “Fancy a beer?”

“Hannah!”

I jumped with surprise, my head turning first left then right in a futile attempt to see where the voice was coming from. My awkwardness made her giggle as she walked round the tub and into my field of view.

My tall, skinny stepdaughter had changed into the smallest bikini I had ever seen – mere scraps of dark blue cloth held together with dark blue strings and bows. There was no way her mother would ever have bought it for her. Fortunately her breasts were so small even this inadequate piece of clothing could contain them but I still felt uncomfortable.

“Like my new Bikini?” she asked, amused. “Better not tell Mum, ok?” she added in a conspiratorial whisper as she replaced my warm flat Coke with a can of cold beer and lowered herself gently into the water opposite me.

“I thought you had a date,” I said, slightly annoyed at the interruption and feeling rather nervous.

“I just cancelled,” she replied as she sank beneath the water, looking me straight in the eye.

She leaned back until just the tips of her barely-covered nipples were visible above the foam. To my horror I could see they were erect.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said accusingly once she had settled herself on the low bench.

The bubbling water just covered her bikini top which saved me a little of my embarrassment.

“What makes you think that?” I asked, spinelessly answering a question with a question.

She gave me an exasperated look.

“I’m not a child anymore. I thought we had... something special between us.”

By now my cock was rock hard and painfully tangled in my running shorts. I fidgeted beneath the bubbles trying to free its constricted end without drawing my stepdaughter’s attention to my discomfort.

“Hannah, that was a mistake,” I replied, trying to sound like a parent and not like the rather frightened, turned-on teenager that I felt like. “I shouldn’t have...” I ran out of words.

“Shouldn’t have what?” she asked aggressively. “Shouldn’t have fingered your stepdaughter?”

“Hannah!”

“Well that’s what happened isn’t it?”

“I didn’t realise what I was doing,” I protested. She laughed.

“From here it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing!”

Her green eyes sparkled with mischief and something moved between my thighs. I quickly tried to close my knees but was too late; Hannah had stretched out her leg until her right foot was pressing against my crotch, her toes firmly against the erection that I now couldn’t hope to hide.

“That’s better,” she said, wiggling her toes against my shaft. "I thought you might be hiding something from me. Now we don’t have to pretend.”

“Hannah, I...”

“Don’t worry!” she interrupted. “When I told you everything was okay, I meant EVERYTHING was okay, okay?”

Her toes wriggled again against my cock which was now bent painfully in my shorts.

“Except it isn’t okay anymore because you don’t want to be with me.”

The toes worked their way beneath my tight scrotum.

“Why are you doing this, Hannah?” I asked, for some reason quite unable to do the simple thing and push her foot away from my groin.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked archly. “It feels as if you like it.”

She wiggled her toes against my erection again.

“Hannah, please...” I began but there was no conviction in my voice.

“It’s only fair,” she continued, her foot falling away from my groin.

She slid forwards in the water until she was on her knees in front of me, the bubbles reaching her small breasts, her hands replacing her toes on my erection.

“After all, if it’s okay for you to touch me, then it should be ok for me to touch you, shouldn’t it?”

“Hannah I...”

“Or don’t you think Mum would agree with that?”

The implied threat was obvious but belied by her eyes which were sparkling with mischief. I felt her fingertips slide underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts, pulling them down a few inches, allowing the head of my almost fully erect cock to poke out of the top.

“Stop!” I croaked in surprise.

My hands flew to my groin in an attempt to cover myself but she was determined and a moment later I felt her slender fingers closing around the upper half of my exposed shaft. A surprised, uncertain expression crossed her face but whatever thoughts were causing it, she seemed to fight them away and I felt her grip on my shaft tighten.

“Fair’s fair, Daddy,” she said softly in a voice quite unlike her normal tones. “It’s my turn now – I’m sure Mummy would agree.”

“Hannah I didn’t...”

“Oh yes you did, Daddy. You definitely did. And now it’s my turn – unless you’d like to ask Mummy first!”

She brushed my helpless hands away and began to run her fingers inexpertly up and down my erect cock. She was clumsy and unsure with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if touching one for the first time. Though that idea didn’t come to me until much later.

Whatever her skills might have been, my body didn’t complain and within seconds my cock was fully erect, awkwardly tangled in my shorts. Hannah’s fingers delved deeper between my thighs as if exploring a man’s body was a new and exciting adventure. She frowned as my shorts frustrated her progress.

I felt her fingers leave my cock and slip under my elastic waistband. There was a short sharp tug, then another, then she looked me straight in the eye.

“Lift up!” she grinned.

“Hannah please!” I began. “We shouldn’t...”

“Shh!” she interrupted. “We already did, remember?”

She pulled again at my waistband. Like an automaton I lifted my bottom from the bench and felt my shorts being drawn down my thighs and over my knees and down until they tangled around my ankles beneath the bubbling water.

“There! That’s better!”

I felt very naked and exposed; my eighteen year old stepdaughter had just stripped me! Freed of its constraints, my cock burst out from the tangle of pubic hair at its base and stuck vertically upwards, already very hard indeed.

Hannah looked both puzzled and amused then I felt her little hands moving along my thighs until her fingers brushed against my shaft and took it once again in her fist.

Then to my astonishment, my eighteen year old stepdaughter began to masturbate me beneath the water, her slender fingers sliding awkwardly up and down my so-hard shaft. Looking back it was obvious that she had little idea what to do; she made no attempt to play with my smooth, swollen end or the tight sack between my thighs but it didn’t matter; the sensations were wonderful if bewildering. Indeed I became so aroused so quickly that, if she had done any more, I would probably have come straight away.

“Do you like this?” she asked quietly.

“God yes,” I replied breathlessly.

A huge glow of satisfaction crossed her pretty young face as she moved closer, her hands still on my cock then rose slowly to her feet in front of me, only releasing my erection as she stood upright with the bubbling water washing around her barely-covered groin.

Her smooth, skinny belly was only a few inches from my face, dripping with hot water; her pale skin slightly tinged pink which was as close as she ever got to a sun tan. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stood still, expectantly, her legs straddling mine.

“Take off my panties, Daddy!” she hissed into my ear. “I want to feel your fingers again.”

Stunned, compliant and with my heart thumping, I raised my right hand to her left hip and gently pulled the tail of the bow holding her tiny bikini in place. It resisted and she giggled. I pulled harder and, with a slight squeaking sound, the bow came undone and the side of her bikini fell away, revealing tantalisingly the top corner of her tightly curled triangle of fiery pubic hair.

“Now the other side. Please!”

I could feel Hannah trembling slightly as I raised my left hand and released the second bow. The tiny scrap of material fell away completely, floating on the bubbling surface of the water and leaving her vulva naked and glistening in the foam. My heart still pounded in my chest as I reached out for her waist with both hands, then ran my fingers down her sides, across her skinny tight buttocks and around to her flame-red triangle where I tangled my fingertips in the tight teenage curls.

“Are you sure you want this?” I whispered. My beautiful stepdaughter nodded slowly.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

I slid my hand between the top of her pale, skinny thighs, feeling the warmth of her wet flesh against my skin. She was smooth and hot and incredibly arousing as she parted her legs to give me freer access once again.

I ran my middle finger gently and slowly along the length of her slit, feeling the heat from her body and the soft vulnerable folds of flesh concealed between her puffy, almost hairless outer lips.

“Mmmm!”

She moaned softly and I repeated the action, toying with her inner lips and finishing up with my fingertips either side of the hard nub of her clitoris. I squeezed it gently.

“Oh!”

Her hands tightened their grip on my shoulders and the sound of pleasure and surprise that escaped her lips made my erection surge yet further upwards. Emboldened, I began to toy with her tiny clit, running my finger along its underside then back between her thighs until I could dip my fingertip into her vagina.

“Yes... yes please...”

Unlike most of the girls I had fingered in my life, Hannah seemed to be getting more pleasure from her vagina than her clitoris so I plunged my finger deeper into her and began to work it back and forth as I had done that first amazing evening in that same hot tub.

She was tight; incredibly tight and I had to press hard to penetrate her body but I persisted until my entire middle finger was inside her, my palm cupping her fiery red triangle. I worked my finger around, curling it back towards her pubic bone in search of her g-spot, still amazed at how extraordinarily tight my young stepdaughter’s vagina really was.

Finally my fingertips found the small rough patch hidden within her and I began to stroke it, first slowly then with small, fast movements.

“Oh my God!”

Hannah’s already-trembling body began to shake as my fingers did their hidden job. Her hands were on my shoulders; I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh. The muscles on my forearm bunched and my fingertip moved faster and faster over her g-spot, her vagina still gripping me as tightly as I had ever been gripped.

“Daddy...Oh Daddy...” she moaned.

A tremor rocked her body as a small orgasm passed through her. I fingered her a little more and a larger tremor swiftly followed. I looked into her pretty face; her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting her lower lip as a third and much larger spasm rocked teenage body.

But this time I knew it wasn’t enough - for either of us.

Before she could get too sore, I slowed my fingering to a stop, feeling tiny aftershocks passing through her skinny body. Her eyes opened and I looked into their dreamy pupils anxiously.

“Do you want to... do it?” I asked softly.

My half-finished question was answered with a clear, unambiguous slow nod.

“I want to... do it!”

Sliding my fingers carefully from her vagina and taking her firmly by the waist, I turned my stepdaughter’s back towards me as I had done so many times with her mother. Naked from the waist down, Hannah’s half-hidden buttocks were pale and firm.

I steered her until her bottom was over my lap and slowly but firmly lowered her onto my waiting erection. I felt the heat of her in the water as her young vulva touched the sensitive tip of my cock which parted her inner lips as it slowly penetrated her lithe teenage body.

What should have happened was that she slid smoothly down my rock hard cock, forcing it deep into her hot waiting core until her soft buttocks nestled against my groin and my sensitive tip rested against her youthful cervix.

What actually happened was that, unsuspected by either of us, the water in the hot tub had washed away most of her natural lubrication and despite her spread legs, her tight body resisted penetration painfully. After half a dozen attempts at lowering herself onto my cock during which her inner lips were stretched and her clitoris battered, eventually she sat back hard and bent my erection almost in half which made me cry out in pain.

The tension now broken, and giggling her apologies, Hannah stood up in the water, turned around to face me and replaced her hands on my shoulders. A broad smile on her face, she lowered her lips to mine and we kissed. At first it was a simple peck, then a second, then a third then we dissolved into a full scale make-out kiss, lips wide open, tongues deep in each other’s mouths.

And as we kissed, I felt her knees moving either side of mine until she was straddling me properly. Without breaking the kiss and with judicious use of her supple, writhing hips, my anxious fingers and a lot more giggling, we managed to part her inner lips enough to let her ease herself onto my cock.

Our mouths froze and parted as, with some difficulty, the head of my cock entered her body.

The feeling of her incredibly tight, hot, slightly dry vagina sliding down over my painfully hard, half bruised erection for the first time is one I will never forget.

Biting her lip again, Hannah lowered herself slowly onto me, paused when the lubrication dried up, then rocked back and forth, raising and lowering herself until her wetness returned. Then she slowly continued her descent until her smooth, bony buttocks rested on my lap and my full length was buried within her so deeply that I could feel the head of my shaft being bent by the pressure of her cervix on its tip.

It was as if I was in a dream. I was actually inside my stepdaughter’s body.

She really was warm, tight and gripping my shaft from every direction. Her bikini clad breasts were right in front of my unbelieving eyes. I raised my head towards hers and she kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues entwining as she wriggled on my cock, somehow managing to sink an extra half inch deeper until I felt my bruised glans pressing hard against the entrance to her teenage womb.

My hands cupped her buttocks and I began to kiss her small, firm breasts through her tiny blue bikini top. Her nipples were hard; I reached behind her back for the brassiere’s fastening to free them for my tongue to play with.

Hannah’s hands prevented me. I looked into her eyes puzzled. She smiled, nodded upwards at the bedroom window and shook her head before releasing my hands and flipping the bikini top up and over her tiny cone-shaped breasts, allowing them to stand erect in the cool air.

“It’s easier to put back if we have to…” she whispered in my ear.

I half wondered how many times she had needed to make a quick exit from an encounter such as this but my mind was quickly drawn back to the slim youthful body surrounding mine.

The cooling air and her arousal had turned her nipples into hard, tight nubs. I kissed first one then the other, drawing each in turn into my mouth where I teased it with my front teeth in what I hoped was gentleness and passion mixed together.

Hannah giggled and began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her fingers on my shoulders for balance; it was an astonishing imitation of her mother’s favourite lovemaking position.

The thought of my wife Debbie should have made me stop what we were doing immediately but to my shame all I could think of was Hannah. God! She was tight – even with her legs splayed wide open - tighter than any vagina I had ever encountered even in my mis-spent youth.

My hands returned to her buttocks, firm smooth and athletic. I could feel the muscles of her legs and groin tensing and relaxing as she gently rode me, her body quickly lubricating again to both our delight and relief. The angle of my penetration was still awkward and my erection somewhat bent but when her buttocks reached my lap with every downward stroke almost my full length was embedded in her.

The tightness of her young vagina sent incredible waves of pleasure through my body. I shuddered and let out a soft moan.

“Mmmm! I’ve wanted this for sooo long,” Hannah whispered, leaning closer to me. “I thought you’d never get the message!”

She leaned back and grinned at me, my cock bending awkwardly within her body, her hands firmly on my shoulders as she rose and fell, rose and fell, the bubbling water now making splashing sounds that I was sure would give us away but which Hannah completely ignored.

“Mmmm… I think… you’ve wanted this… for a long time too,” she whispered in time with the movement of her slender body.

“Oh God! Yes” I moaned as her tight, teenage vagina squeezed my aching shaft.

“Then why… shouldn’t we… enjoy… ourselves?”

“But your Mum…”

“Shhh!... She’ll never know… this can be… our little secret…”

“Oh Hannah! That feels soooo good!”

“Mmmm… it’s good… for me too…”

Her tiny breasts rocked gently up and down with the movement of her legs and body. The water rippled softly around her waist, thighs and bony buttocks as she slowly impaled herself over and over again on my cock, her hands stroking my shoulders and upper arms as I stroked her face, sides and flat belly.

‘Mmmm… that’s so lovely,” she moaned, lowering her mouth to whisper in my ear again.

“Hannah…” I began but she put a single finger across my lips.

“I think… it’s time… for you to fuck me properly Daddy!” she hissed.

“Where…?” I whispered back.

‘Right here in the sunshine.”

“But someone will see us,” I protested weakly though I had taken great care to ensure the tub wasn’t overlooked from any direction.

‘You know that’s not true,” she whispered, still rising and falling on my erect cock. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“Oh Hannah…”

I felt her arms close tightly around my neck and her skinny legs wrap themselves around my hips and upper thighs. My erection, still partly inside her body was twisted awkwardly then slipped out of her vagina but I didn’t care. I leaned forward and began to stand with her body around koala-like around mine, surprised at how little she weighed and pleased that my gym sessions allowed me to act the strong man with my little lover.

For a moment we stood up in the water, my shorts invisible around my ankles leaving me naked. Hannah, her long skinny pale legs wrapped around me, was naked from the waist down with her bikini bra ludicrously bunched above her tiny boobs. Water cascaded from our bodies as I shuffled clumsily forward to the edge of the tub and I carefully lowered her bony bottom onto the wide platform.

Hannah’s eyes never left mine as she released my neck, then leaned back on the wooden deck, propped up on her slender arms. She spread her skinny legs wide, exposing her puffy, engorged vulva in the evening sunlight. Her sparse pubic hair was dark with dampness, her bikini top now even higher up her flat chest.

I shuffled forward until my legs met the edge of the submerged seat then knelt carefully, ensuring my cock was level with her open, waiting vulva. I took my shaft firmly in my hand and shuffled forward until its smooth rounded head was pressed against her puffy slit. I rubbed it up and down until I found the hot slippery core within.

“Are you sure?” I asked as I pressed my tip between her inner lips.

“It’s a bit late to change my mind, isn’t it?” she chuckled. “Just fuck me, Daddy! Aaah!”

Before the words were out of her mouth, I had pressed myself forwards and into her body again. Hannah gasped as, despite her lack of lubrication, half my length penetrated her in a single thrust.

“Oh God!” she croaked. “Oh my God!”

Her body tensed, her legs closing around my hips as if to push me away but then just as suddenly relaxed.

“Did it hurt?” I asked, concerned.

She shook her head emphatically and I drew myself back until just the head of my cock was within her. I pressed myself forwards again, this time at least two thirds of my shaft slipped inside her. She winced as her inner dryness brought my progress to a halt, panting in apparent shock at the penetration.

I pulled back again, then made little in-and-out movements close to her entrance and was delighted to feel her lubrication flowing more freely.

“Is that better?” I asked softly.

“Mmm…” she nodded, biting her lower lip.

Hannah stared down between her open thighs where half my shaft was clearly visible, joining our two pubic triangles, her eyes now soft and dreamy.

I pulled back once more then with a long, slow, smooth motion, thrust myself forwards, ignoring all resistance until my lower belly pressed hard against the underside of her thighs and almost my full length was inside her vagina.

“Ouch!” she squealed then immediately slapped a hand across her own mouth.

I felt her tighten hard around my shaft, then much harder until it actually hurt.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed as my cock was crushed by the vice-like grip of her vagina, the ligature that was its mouth half throttling my poor erection; maybe even trying to expel it from her body.

I pressed myself hard into her, fighting the spasm, holding my cock as deep in her as I could.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she began.

“Are you ok?” I asked again, feeling her whole body tense around me.

Again she nodded and her green eyes fixed firmly on mine, a look of pain and determination on her pretty, incredibly young-looking face. I stared back, almost unable to believe what I had done and amazed at her skinny, youthful body.

Jesus, she was tight! Nothing I had felt in the hot tub came close to the sensations I was feeling now. Her teenage vagina was gripping my shaft so tightly from its swelling head right down very nearly to its thick base that I was in real pain.

With some difficulty, I pulled back half way again as if any further withdrawal would let her expel me completely. Then I thrust myself forward until I was deep within her once more.

Hannah let out a short, strange grunt but made no attempt to stop me. I drew myself half way back again then began to force myself in and out of her in long, slow, powerful but controlled strokes.

After perhaps a dozen thrusts I felt her vagina lubricate further and finally she began to loosen around me. And as she loosened, so the look of anxiety on her face first began to relax then became an expression of surprised pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhh!” she sighed softly, her low voice barely audible over the gentle swooshing of the water around my thighs as I moved back and forth.

“Not too painful now?” I asked under my breath.

She just smiled and let her head fall back on her shoulders, exposing her pale thin neck. She looked so young and for a moment I wondered how many other men or boys had felt what I was feeling right then. There had been no hint of a hymen to bar my way, but all her reactions suggested she was very inexperienced.

Wonderfully inexperienced.

Encouraged, I began to thrust faster, my thighs making waves in the water which sloshed loudly against the sides of the tub in time with the increasing volume of her moans. As my hips struck hers harder, so her legs opened wider and I felt myself slip that extra half inch into her body until our pubic triangles were pressed hard together.

As I reached the extreme depth of my thrust, her eyes flew wide open in surprise.

“OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!”

What could only be an orgasm gripped her body and I felt her vagina tighten around my shaft until every ridge and undulation on my cock screamed at me. Half a dozen strokes later, I felt the unmistakable beginning of my own climax rushing towards me; a sharp wet heart stirring deep between my thighs and spreading outwards rapidly.

This was too soon. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but she was so, so tight and so, so sexy and...

Before I could even try and control myself, the white hot spasm of my orgasm rushed from my loins to my lower back and up my spine as I began to ejaculate uncontrollably in my stepdaughter’s incredibly tight vagina. The thought of pulling out didn’t occur to me but even if it had, my climax came so rapidly and so violently that I doubt I could have withdrawn before the damage was done.

As it was, I simply dug my fingers hard into the flesh of her waist and hips and pulled her body violently onto my pulsating, spurting cock. I felt her hands on my upper arms then the sharp pain of fingernails piercing flesh. My thrusts became wild and uncontrolled as, amidst the din of wildly splashing water, I slammed myself as deep as I could go into Hannah’s skinny young body one last time and held her hard against me.

It was only once silence had descended and only the sound of our laboured, panting breath broke the evening stillness that I realised just how noisy the two of us had been. My cock was already softening within her but the sudden fear of discovery turned it to a flaccid appendage instantly. I slipped messily from my stepdaughter’s red, puffy vagina and sat back on my heels, feeling the warm water of the tub washing around my surprisingly sore cock and looking up at the girl who I should have thought of as a daughter not a lover.

She was smiling at me, her face and chest flushed pink in the half-light, her thighs still spread wide. I could see a trickle of semen beginning to emerge from her inner lips and run down the base of her slit towards the edge of the tub.

“Wow!” she said, mirroring the words running around my head.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you… enjoy it?” I bumbled stupidly, running my hands along her pale skinny thighs.

Hannah nodded, her head lowered as if embarrassed but her eyes were gleaming and she made no attempt to conceal her gaping vulva.

"Did we really do it? Did we do it all properly?"

For a moment I felt confused and upset as if my lovemaking was being criticised but then I realised that wasn't what she meant at all.

"You did everything you wanted to me?” she continued. “We just had real, proper sex all the way?"

I smiled and nodded, holding her hands in reassurance.

"Yes Hannah. We just had real, proper sex. All the way if you want to think of it like that."

A look of triumph, almost elation came over her pretty young face and it began to dawn on me what we had just done - what I had just done, I corrected myself.

But there was no regret or reproach in her voice, quite the opposite in fact.

“Oh my God! I did it! I actually did it!"

I was now very confused. I had expected some post-coital talk, possibly even reproach but not this.

"Is… is it always like that? As nice as that I mean?”

Her voice was soft and almost child-like, making me remember just how much younger than me she was, and the position of trust I had just so badly abused.

“I’m pleased you enjoyed it. I thought I might have hurt you,” I said, trying to hold off the tsunami of remorse and guilt that was waiting to engulf me in my state of post-climax remorse.

The night air was cool rather than cold and I could feel goose bumps rising on her smooth skin, as no doubt they were on mine.

“Come back into the water,” I said quietly, glancing up guiltily at the bedroom window. The light was still out, the windows closed.

“It’s OK!” Hannah hissed as I helped her back into the warmth of the water, “she won’t be home for a while, and we were quiet anyway.”

She settled on the submerged bench next to me, her legs across mine as we had been when it had all started weeks ago. I stroked her calves, knees and thighs lovingly and felt her fingers on my forearms in return. The sun descended over the woodland.

“Did you enjoy it too?” she eventually broke the silence, her voice still that of a child.

“It was lovely,” I replied honestly.

“You really mean it?”

“Trust me, one of the loveliest ever!”

She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I’m pleased Daddy. Now you can divorce Mummy and marry me instead!”

My blood ran cold as the words penetrated deep into my brain, robbing me of all coherent thought. My hand froze on her leg and my body went stiff.

“Ow! You’re hurting my leg!”

“Sorry I...” I stammered, releasing her calf from my unintentionally hard grip. She frowned at me.

“You do want to marry me, don’t you? Now we’ve made a baby you have to marry me!”

I could taste the fear in my mouth – hard and metallic. What had I done? What kind of creature had I just made love to? What in God’s name could I do now?

“Um... Hannah... ummm... I mean I... we...”

“I always wanted a baby and you’ll be a great Daddy.”

Oh my God! I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead and my spine tingled with fear.

Then she exploded in laughter.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist it! You should see the look on your face!” she exclaimed as her body rocked with convulsions of laughter.

“Hannah!” I gasped, stunned.

“I’m sorry,” she gulped in mouthfuls of air, “I'm just so happy; so relieved! And there’s something about you that just makes me want to tease you.”

My mind span with a mix of hurt, anger and relief – but mostly relief.

“Then you’re not…” I asked helplessly.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” she said, stroking me under the chin and grinning. “You’re quite safe.”

“On the pill?” I stammered. “I thought you were… might still be…”

“A virgin?” she completed my sentence for me. I nodded. “Would you like me to have been?” She added provocatively, still clearly elated at what we had just done.

I was not expecting this response and must have looked surprised because she immediately laughed.

"Well I'm certainly not a virgin now, am I?" she smiled, the look of triumph still on her face. “I’ve been on the pill for year, silly. Remember how I used to get bad period pains? They put me on it back then.”

I remembered it well; it had been one of the worst behaved times of her life, but she continued.

"I'm sorry I teased you but I'm just so happy and relieved. I love you so much!" She kissed me on the lips, her face warm and soft next to mine. "You've just changed my life."

I hadn't had many complaints about my sexual technique but this was an extreme compliment indeed.

"How have I done that?" I asked, puzzled but very pleased that I hadn't caused any immediate harm.

"You promise never to tell Mum?"

"How could I after tonight?" I asked.

Hannah seemed satisfied with this reply because she leaned back and stroked my arm as my hand stroked her thigh again.

“You wanted to know if I was a virgin before you fucked me."

I winced at her use of the 'f' word and my hand froze on her leg but Hannah's eyes gleamed as she said it as if with pride.

"Well, strictly speaking I wasn’t a virgin but I might as well have been,” she continued, taking my hand and putting it back on her smooth, naked thigh before wriggling her bikini bra back down over her tiny breasts.

“What do you mean?” I asked. She paused before replying then sighed.

“I’ve tried to do it three times before but each time it was awful. There’s something... wrong with me that made it all go wrong."

"What do you mean," I asked surprised. She took a deep breath.

"I freeze up...really badly... down there," she replied.

She had certainly been very tight indeed but this surprised me.

"The first boy I tried with couldn't get it into me at all. He tried until it hurt us both then got too excited and just came all over me. The second tried so hard he hurt me a lot then just gave up and left me in my room."

"That's terrible," I sympathised, meaning it too. After steeling herself to losing her virginity, to have that happen must have been terrible for her self-esteem.

"The last one did manage to get inside me but then it happened again. And it hurt like hell and he came straight away.” She shrugged, “I suppose he took my cherry but it didn’t feel like it. Not like it was with you.”

I felt ridiculously pleased at these words then immediately felt ashamed of myself, a mature forty-something year old married man who had been seduced by a skinny teenage near-virgin, and one with a problem too.

“Who were they all?” I asked, remembering that Hannah didn’t seem to have many boyfriends.

“Oh, people from school,” she replied but it was obvious from her tone that she wasn’t being entirely straight with me.

“People?” I asked, still stroking her thigh but my hand moving closer towards her naked vulva again.

There was a long pause.

“Promise you won’t tell Mum?”

After what she and I had just done, the question was ludicrous but I promised anyway.

“Cross my heart!”

She drew in a deep breath.

“You know in school you have the ‘cool girls’ and the ‘other girls’?” I nodded. “Well, I'm not one of the cool girls. I’m too skinny; too swotty, too flat-chested and too frigid.”

After what we had just done, this was hard to believe but I let her carry on.

“It’s like this,” she continued, taking me by the hand, “you know it’s normal for young girls to get crushes on TV stars, or Boy Bands?”

“Yes of course,” I replied, remembering my own sister’s bedroom covered in posters and the constant drone of the same old records over and over again.

“Well some girls get crushes on real life people too, like their teachers, or their friends, or their friends’ brothers or mothers or even fathers, right?”

I nodded; the song ‘Don’t stand so close to me!’ by the Police sprang into my mind. Of course I knew all this.

“But most of us grow out of our crushes when we get older and get boyfriends of our own.”

“I guess so,” was all I could muster in reply, stroking her wet shoulder with my fingertips. But she hadn’t finished.

“Two years ago I had a crazy crush on a boy from the football team. He was older than me and I was mad about him. I followed him around, wrote him secret letters that I never sent, imagined what it would feel like being married to him and, well, did all the teenage girl stuff.

“He never noticed me of course but one of his friends did. I was so flattered that a cool older boy liked me that I agreed to go on a date with him without thinking. He took me in his car to a movie then to the lake and started to grope me. That’s when I realised what being with a boy was really like – all clumsy hands and fingers though in a way it did feel very grown up.

“Anyway, I was so young and inexperienced I didn't know how to stop him. Before I knew it my panties were around my ankles and he was trying to stick his cock into me. I panicked. My body went all weird, my pussy just closed up and he couldn’t get it in. He hurt me so much by trying then came all over my tummy and my clothes. It was really messy and horrible.”

“That’s terrible, Hannah.”

“Not really,” she contradicted, “I did want him to do it I just panicked when I felt his cock between my legs. He was horrible afterwards. He put the word out that I didn't have a pussy at all; that I was so frigid it had healed up."

She looked down into the water, ashamed.

"The boys started to call me 'Snap Snatch'"

I was horrified.

"I'm so sorry,” I encouraged. “That was a dreadful experience. You don’t have to go on if it upsets you to tell me. ”

She smiled again.

“It feels good to talk. Is that usual afterwards?”

“It’s very common,” I laughed. “It’s called ‘pillow talk’.”

“Pillow talk? I like it!” she said, “so ours is ‘Hot Tub Talk’?”

“I suppose so.”

She smiled as if really pleased.

“Well, that put me off boys for a long time. I don’t think I’ve recovered still because I started getting crushes on grown-ups instead; mostly my teachers and mostly the men,” she shot me a look as if expecting a reaction but I kept my expression as blank as I could.

“Remember the school trip to the mountains last year? I was crazy about one of the student teachers; he was about twenty-five, a footballer and was on the trip too. I made a bit of a nuisance of myself to be honest but he didn’t seem to mind and when he offered to take us to watch the sunset one evening, I was the only one who wanted to go.

“I held his hand on the way there. It was so romantic and after the sun had gone down over the mountains, we kissed in the darkness and his hands were all over me. It felt wonderful. When we got back to his room we kissed some more and he touched me all over. It felt even more amazing. I let him strip me and then he tried to do it with me. I wanted to do it so badly and wasn't too frightened and it seemed to be going so well for a while. He managed to get his cock into me a little way but it hurt so badly when he broke my hymen that my pussy went into spasm again.”

She looked shame-faced.

“He yelled then came inside me straight away. When I had cleaned up the mess, I got dressed and ran back to the dorm. I hid from him the whole of the rest of the trip.”

There was a long silence.

“It’s called vaginismus according to the internet,” she eventually said.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, squeezing her hand. “You were very, very tight, I have to agree but I thought it worked for us both tonight.”

She squeezed my hand in return.

“It did work. I actually did it! I actually had proper sex with a real man. I'm not Snap Snatch anymore; I'm a normal girlTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.