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I finished my Saturday morning yard work about twelve-thirty; grass mowed and edged, water-feature cleaned and water added; barbecue scrubbed down for steaks, later; patio hosed off, and the few weeds along the fence-line, pulled. Ruby and Roxy, my two, three-year-old basset hounds, romped on the new-mown lawn. Roxy took off running, Ruby close on her heal, baying for all she was worth. Up the hill they went, around water-feature and back down to swarm around my legs. Roxy ducked under the patio table to escape her sister’s aggressive lunges.

“Get her, Ruby,” I laughed; “go get her!”

Ruby followed her sister under the table and the race was on again. This time Roxy took off up the steps to the little sitting-area at the top of the hill to the left of the water-feature and raced around the covered patio swing located there. J and I liked to sit in it sometimes when sharing a glass of wine. Roxy avoided her sister once again and rocketed back down the steps and under the patio table.

I plopped down on one of the patio set’s chairs and chuckled. Both the dogs lay under the table, panting and grinning.

“Good girls,” I said; “good chase!”

I took a long pull on my Corona and leaned back in the chair, looking around the yard, enjoying the fact that I was done with my chores, and that the yard was ready for my birthday party scheduled for later that evening.

It was a hot morning for late September; but the East Bay can be like that, hot and dry when The City is cold and fogged in. The excellent weather in our little town was one of the reasons that J and I bought our home where we did when we moved to the Bay Area. That move, about two years earlier, was prompted when I accepted a job with a prestigious law firm in San Francisco. It was a great opportunity for me, career-wise, and a dream-come-true for J, who had grown up in San Francisco, and only left it to marry me.

J got married when she was pretty young and had two girls with a guy who was an emotionally distant, cold-blooded fish. That marriage ended in divorce, just like my first marriage had. I always told J that her ex and mine would have been perfect together; since my ex was a cold fish, too.

Now J, on the other hand, she’s a hot, sweet, Irish girl who loves sex every way it comes; and to tell you the truth, THAT suits me just fine! She’s still as hot and sexy as the day I first saw her; a petite, black-haired siren with the cutest little ass you’ve ever seen and a set of tits to capture the attention of men of all ages!

I was roused out of my reverie by the very object of my musings, J. She stuck her head out from between the French doors leading from our kitchen to the patio, and flashed her bright, lovely smile my way.

“Hon,” she said, “I’m going over to Sam’s place for a few hours to visit; then, I’m planning to pick up a few things at Trader Joe’s for the party tonight. I’ll be back by five or so. I think that Jewel will have gotten here by then, OK?” She dimpled sweetly as she grinned at me.

Sam is actually “Samantha,” one of J’s girlfriends and Jewel is J’s oldest daughter, a red-haired beauty, born to J when she was just eighteen. Jewel, at 26 was an independent single woman, living on her own in Marin County. Her apartment was just about an hour’s drive away down highway 37 from our house, so Jewel had gotten into the habit of spending most weekends with us ever since we moved back to the Bay Area. Although Jewel had never lived with us since J and I got married, we both enjoyed having her visit whenever she liked; her unquenchable good nature and bubbly personality made her fun to be around. From the number of weekends she spent with us, it was clear that she enjoyed spending time with us, too.

“OK, darlin’,” I replied. “I’ll miss you, though! I was just thinking about taking a shower, and I need someone to wash my . . . back.” I put on my best “dirty old man” leer. “If you know what I mean!”

I looked J up and down through the glass of the French doors. She was dressed to the 9’s and looked like a million bucks. Her black curls were pulled back from her face in a very flattering “do” that she knew I loved. Her creamy skin radiated a healthy, fresh-scrubbed glow. She had skillfully applied a blue-hued shadow to her eyelids, which complemented her Irish-blue eyes. A gentle, dusty rose blush highlighted her high cheekbones. She had also applied a coral pink lip gloss to her slightly thin upper lip and her slightly fuller bottom lip to finish off. Perhaps a touch more makeup than was warranted for a gab-fest with her girlfriend and a trip to Trader Joe’s, but certainly not too much for the party planned for tonight. I suspected that she dolled herself up so as to look extra special for my birthday party. There was no doubt that she had succeeded; she looked stunning. I loved that she took such good care of herself and made an effort to look feminine and attractive, even if it was just the two of us at home.

I enjoyed giving her a long once-over, and appreciated how her eyes sparkled in delight at the obvious high-level of enjoyment I was getting by ogling her. She looked incredibly sexy in her short skirt and simple white blouse. I began to anticipate, in earnest, both the birthday party and the fact that I was planning on making her absolutely squeal in bed tonight! I could hardly wait for the evening to begin.

“Oh, you poor OLD man; yes, I know exactly what you mean,” J teased. “It’s just too bad for you that I’m all dressed up and ready to go! But you never know, maybe you won’t need my help; after all, it IS your birthday!” Her cute, little upturned nose crinkled across the bridge and she had a mischievous smile that touched her lips and then disappeared as quickly as it came.

“Seriously, Scott; I’ve got to run out right now, or I’ll be late, and then your party will be late. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No, no, I don’t want my party to start late! You’re right, get going!” I let out a mock sigh and put on a show by slumping in my chair like a spoiled child who has been denied a candy bar. “But I expect your best “work” tonight, after the party. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” I said, giving her another knowing leer.

J stepped all the way onto the top stair of the patio, letting me get a good look at her. She twirled around once or twice, letting the hem of her short skirt flair out just enough for me to see that she was wearing a bright red, lacy thong underneath. I noticed that her pussy’s labia were barely covered by the small, red triangle of her thong. J laughed as she twirled and when she circled back around to face me, she stabbed me in the heart with a smoldering look from her ice-blue eyes. “Honey, does that give you ideas about my plans for tonight?”

I jolted up erect in my chair (in more ways than one) when I caught sight of that red thong. J liked to call it her “cum hither” thong, and when she wore it, I could always count on some serious, sex-filled hours of fun, exploring new sexual heights with my bride.

“Baby!” I exclaimed; “you just made me a very happy man, indeed! I love it when you put that thong on because I know that it means that you have something special planned! I can’t wait to be surprised tonight!”

J’s response was a dazzling smile and a big stage wink.

“Weeeelllll,” she drawled; “that’s for me to know, and you to find out! Gotta go!” With that parting shot, she gave one last twirl and darted back into the kitchen.

I sat there in awe of my sweet wife. She was always thinking up new ways to pleasure me. I really didn’t deserve her, I thought. That racy, lacy red thong had opened several new sexual doors for us lately, and my blood rushed from my big head to my little head in an instant. Thoughts of lust and sexual fantasies fulfilled by J and that red thong sprang full grown into my mind. I knew that tonight was going to be one to remember!

“Yep, the stage is set and the coast is clear. I’m just leaving the house now.” I heard J’s voice float through the open dining room window, fading as she walked through the kitchen and toward the door to the garage. “I told him that I wouldn’t be back until after 5. . . Yes, I’m so happy that we talked about this. . . Yes, sweetie, of course we’re ‘cool’!” I think it’s a great birthday present! I know he’ll love it, and I am very certain that you’ll . . .”

J’s voice was cut off by the slamming of the garage door. Moments later I heard J’s 2010 Lexus SC purr to life and exit the garage. J loved that car, and loved to drive it fast! I heard the tires squeal a bit as she turned the corner and accelerated away on Oakhurst Boulevard. J picked out the color of the SC when we bought it for her a couple of months earlier. The Lexus dealership told me that the color was “Matador Mica Red,” bur ever since J got her first speeding ticket (about a week after we got the car home) I took to calling it “Screaming Hot Red.” J wasn’t particularly amused, but she didn’t seem to change her driving habits too much, because there had been a couple more ticket since then. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “that car was made for her; two hot, fast ladies in very pretty chassis.” I sighed a bit and said a little prayer that I wouldn’t have to “fix” another speeding ticket for her.

My thoughts turned to J’s phone conversation as I rose from my chair, finished my Corona in a gulp or two and called the dogs to follow me into the house. “I wonder who she was talking to,” I asked Roxy. She looked lazily up at me, thumped her tail a time or to, and seemed to say: “You talking to me?”, then she closed her eyes and let her head drop back onto the stone of the patio, cool in the shade of the table. Ruby jumped up with her tail wagging and trotted happily after me. I let Roxy lay there and didn’t push the issue. She would be fine alone in the back yard. Ruby, on the other hand was a hellion; she would trash the entire yard in ten minutes if I had dared to leave her alone unsupervised. She was always getting into trouble!

Ruby followed me up the stairs to the master bedroom. I started shedding my work clothes and headed for the shower. When J and I bought the place we put in a new master bath with an oversized shower. J and I liked to shower together so I had the stall made about twice the size of a standard stall with two sets of shower heads. It was kinda decadent, but for the fun it gave us, it was well worth the money.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as I walked to the shower. I had heard J describe me to her gal-pals as “ruggedly handsome.” That description made me laugh because it was a tag line used in the TV show “Castle” that J and I liked to watch. But, thinking about it, I suppose that it was a fair enough description. I wasn’t an Adonis or an Arnold Schwarzenegger, by any means, but I kept in shape and had a flat stomach and well defined pecks. I hit the gym two or three times a week for weight-training and ran about five miles a day, too. My regimen had kept my body as hard, or a bit harder, than when I was in college.

With brown hair and hazel eyes I didn’t have a particularly “Nordic” look, even though I come from Northern European stock. One of my best features above my belt was my smile and I had used it extensively in my college days to snare quite a succession of lovely ladies into my bed! I smiled at the sudden recollection of one of those ladies flat on her back, legs in the air, giggling while I pounded her tight, co-ed pussy. I heard her exclamation echo in my mind like it was yesterday; “You have the dreamiest smile and the hardest cock!” As I recall, I fucked that girl a number of times after I hooked her with my “dreamy” smile. Perhaps they came back for the smile, but just maybe they came back for the cock. In those days I was always wondering how I “stacked up” to other guys; but as I matured, I realized that there was more to a good fuck than just dick size, even though I know now that I am somewhat above average in that department. My dick is both fatter and longer than most.

I stepped into the shower and the hot streams of water shooting out of the double showerheads hit my body. The water cascaded down my flanks and cock which hung lazily between my thighs. The movement of the water over my body felt good. I stuck my head under the jets of water and let the hot needles work their magic on my scalp. I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock. It was in need of a shave, I decided.

I grabbed my shaving gel and shot a blob of blue gel into the palm of my hand. I rubbed it generously on my pubic area and over my cock and ball sack, working it up to a great lather. My dick stiffened a bit with the attention, making it easier to shave. I deftly guided my twin-bladed razor over my pubic area, sweeping it clean of any prickly stubble. I then grabbed cock, now fairly hard, and shaved the shaft clean, as well as the tricky part where the shaft merges with the pubic mound. Once that was smooth, I moved to my ball sack. Getting it freed of stubble was the toughest part of the shave routine, but after a thorough scraping, my fingers couldn’t detect anything but smooth scrotum. I turned the razor loose on my face and scraped it clean too; “after all,” I thought to myself; “don’t want any stubble to rub J’s legs raw when I eat her pussy tonight, right?”

I threw some shampoo on my hair and lathered it up. Just then I heard Ruby making noises in the bedroom. Damn it! “Ruby! Be Good!” I called out. “I’ll be out of the shower in a minute.” My eyes were screwed up tight against the shampoo lather running off my head, and the roar of the shower made it hard to discern the nature of Ruby’s shenanigans, so I jumped a bit when I heard a voice say; “Ruby; Daddy’s right, be good. But don’t get your hopes up about him coming out of the shower anytime soon.”

I jumped at the sound of the voice. Turning around in the shower to face the voice, eyes still closed against the shampoo. “Good God, J!” I yelled; “you nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn’t hear you come in and I thought you wouldn’t be home for hours yet!”

“Ah-hem,” I heard a throat cleared in sort of a “hey you” way.

At the risk of getting shampoo in my eyes I unclenched my lids a bit and peered through the clear glass wall of the shower. “Shit!” I shouted. “What the hell are YOU doing here!?”

There, standing in my bathroom, bold as you please and looking at me through the clear glass wall of the shower was my step-daughter, Jewel. I quickly stuck my head under the pounding hot water to wash away the shampoo burning my eyes, and turned my back on her. My heart was pounding and my mind was furiously trying to make sense of the delicate nature of the situation presented by having my step-daughter staring at my bare ass!

“Well; what are you doing, and why are you just standing there? Don’t you think you should leave?” I shouted over the sound of the shower heads shooting hot water all over my naked body. The hot jets of water emphasized the fact that I was standing naked in front of my step-daughter. I groaned and wondered how I was going to get out of this situation with any dignity at all.

“Are you trying to embarrass an old man?” I looked over my shoulder at Jewel. Instead of leaving, Jewel had moved closer to the shower. She was standing just on the other side of the glass wall of the shower enclosure. When she saw me turn my head she shot me a sunny smile.

“Damn, Scott, I always liked the look of your ass in jeans, but seeing it like that, I can see why Mom is always talking about it!”

“Jewel, why are you standing there staring at my ass?”

“Because it’s hot; and you’re as hot naked as I always thought you would be.”

Suddenly a silent war started in my brain; my hind-brain was rubbing its hands together and thinking: “boy, this is your lucky day!” I felt a familiar warm glow at the base of my cock. I glanced down at it as saw it twitch to life, lengthening and firming up as blood started to fill it.

“Oh, No,” my fore-brain screamed; “you can’t be serious! This is Jewel, your step-daughter, stop it!

The silent battle lasted about three seconds. My fore-brain ran away to its happy place and the victor of the battle, my primitive hind-brain, gloated as it took over all my anatomical responses. I felt my dick swell and rise with the carnal thoughts flooding into my brain.

I slowly turned around in the shower until I was facing Jewel, my excited dick gained momentum and shot up proud and true, arching up in a perfect crescent shape from its base just above my ball-sack, to touch my hard abdomen just about even with my belly-button. I saw Jewel’s eyes eagerly drop down to take in the view. A very lovely smile crept over her face and I saw her eyes shine.

“Oh, Scotty,” she stated with conviction, “your front view is even hotter than the view of your ass! Shit! Mom must LOVE riding that cock of yours!” She stepped closer to the glass door of the shower; and her eyes traveled from my cock to my belly and chest, coming to rest on my face. She flashed another smile at me and said: “When mom first told me that you keep your pube and cock shaved, I knew that I just had to see it!”

“Your mom TOLD you that I shave my cock?”

“Sure! You know how open she is with Jill and I about sex, why would you ever think that she wouldn’t tell us about you?”

“She told your sister, too?”

“Silly, man; of course she did. She tells us everything about her life with you. She likes to share all the intimate details; like bragging about how many times you made her climax during one love-making session! Her stories have fueled my sexual fantasies for years! I’ve fantasized about you and me getting it on for a long time; and seeing you like this makes me wonder why I waited so long to fulfill those fantasies!”

As she was talking her hands had risen to the buttons on her shirt and had begun to slowly unbutton them; one at a time.

“Hey!” I said in with a slight shake to my voice; “what are you doing? You’ve had a look at your step-dad, now don’t you think you better go before your mom shows up unexpectedly?”

“Oh, I don’t think mom’s coming home for several hours; long enough, I’m sure, for me to give you your birthday present,” she said with another lengthy gaze at my now throbbing cock, just inches away from her devouring eyes. “She called me before she left the house and told me so.”

I flashed back to earlier when I heard J talking on the phone when she left; “So it was you she was talking to on the phone! I wondered who it was she was discussing a birthday present with!” “Are you telling me that your mom knows that you are here?”

“Exactly!” Jewel had reached the last button and shrugged off her shirt, revealing a white, lace, demi-cup bra which pushed her tits up and closer together to make the most of her twins. “She was the one that suggested that I come over now and give ‘it’ to you while she was out of the house!”

“She encouraged you? To come here and . . .”

“Exactly!” Jewel replied. “She practically ordered me to!” Jewel reached out to touch the glass door of the shower, as if to caress my hard dick. “I finally told her last week about how much I wanted to see what you were like in bed. It was right after she told Jill and me about the little three-way you guys had with Jenn, last month. It had my poor pussy so hot and bothered, I finally confessed to her about how much I wanted to get a taste of her man; so I asked her if she minded if I gave you a try.”

I drew in a deep breath when Jewel said Jenn’s name. What a great fuck partner she turned out to be! J and I had an unbelievably sexy encounter with her just a few weeks earlier, and in that split second when I heard her name, all I could think of was sucking Jenn’s deliciously distended clit while J rode my cock!

“As a matter of fact,” Jewel continued, breaking me out of my reverie; “Jill was pretty worked up too, so maybe you’ll get TWO special birthday presents this year; . . . although I’m not sure that she’ll be able to work out the kinks with Jose before tonight!”

Jose was Jill’s husband, a handsome young man of Hispanic extraction. They had gotten married just before J and I moved back to the Bay Area. J and I really liked Jose; he seemed to be a good match for Jill. I had had my suspicions, though, that J had her sexual sights set on bedding him soon; so, perhaps encouraging her girls to fuck me was her way to get to Jose!

My sneaky hind-brain projected a quick vignette of Jill’s fine ass sticking up in the air and me sliding my hard cock into her waiting slit; but I mentally shook my head and got back in the game that was presenting itself to me, here and now.

Jewel stood on the other side of the door of the shower in her pretty lace bra, low-rise ‘skinny jeans’ and five-inch, open toed, strappy pumps. I could see her ‘trade-mark’ jeweled bangle swinging from her pierced belly-button and her nipples were starting to peek out from behind the lace of her bra. She looked as hot and sexy as any woman I’d seen, including her mom! She had me practically salivating to taste her sweet treasures!

“Scotty, mom is happy that I want to fuck you, and she told me that she thought that you’d like fucking me!” Jewel said with a little pout in her voice. “So, do you want my birthday present, or not?” she emphasized her words by placing her hands on her hips and shaking her tits in my direction.

That was the last straw; my hind-brain claimed total victory and slammed the door on my fore-brain, cutting off all further protests.

“Jewel,” I growled; “not only do I want my birthday present, I want it now!” I flung open the shower door and grabbed her by the hands and pulled her into the hot spray with me. Jewel, being the good girl she is, didn’t protest in the least as her expensive jeans and pumps were immediately soaked. She slipped her hands out of my grasp and used them to slip out of her pumps and throw them out the door of the shower. Then she stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body hard against mine, capturing my engorged dick between us.

Jewel looked up into my eyes. She has the most startling green eyes I have ever seen, which went exquisitely well with her long, thick red hair. The shower’s hot streams of water splashed on Jewel’s body like hot cum, turning her long locks nearly black. With her face tilted up toward mine, I saw Jewel lick her lips and close her eyes. Clearly she wanted me to kiss her lips. I didn’t need more of an invitation. I drew her closer to me and planted my lips on hers. They were very soft and physically hot as they touched mine. I felt them part under the pressure that I was applying, and then felt Jewel’s tongue as it flicked past her lips and into my mouth! What a sexy feeling to be holding my step-daughter’s young, sexy, willing body in my arms; in a hot shower with her tongue in my mouth! My cock twitched with anticipation and I pushed it harder against Jewel’s stomach.

Jewel, while continuing to explore my mouth with her tongue, reached one hand down and started to caress my rock-hard penis. My knees buckled a bit at her touch and broke away from that luscious first carnal kiss to whisper: “Jewel! How’s your daddy’s cock feel?”

Jewel looked into my eyes and said: “Good enough to eat, daddy!”

She continued rubbing my cock and pulled my head down to her face so that she could kiss my lips again. I buried my tongue in her willing mouth and began to fuck it, slowly. I heard Jewel moan and she began to rub my cock even more enthusiastically!

“I want you out of your clothes!” I demanded. I grabbed the front of her pretty lace bra and pulled. Something snapped and the bra flew off her slight frame. Her twin beauties bounced sweetly out of the confines of her bra. I dropped the wisp of lace onto the floor of the shower and grabbed Jewel’s tits with both my hands. They felt soft and tender, except for the hard points of her nipples pushing into my palms. Jewel’s chest was heaving with passion, and with each breath she took, those hard point of flesh pushed even harder into my hands. I gently massaged Jewel’s young tits for a moment or two and then dipped my head down to kiss one, and then the other of those sweet nipples. Jewel started fumbling with her jeans; her fingers working the waistband frantically.

“Scotty, help me!” she pleaded; “help me get out of these; I need to have you inside of me!”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I took a step back to take stock: “Fuck it!” I exclaimed, “I have no idea how you got into these things . . . I’ll buy you a new pair!” I took hold of the waistband of Jewel’s jeans and tugged. Nothing happened.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

“Scotty, just rip them!” Jewel pleaded.

I pulled again and felt something give. Suddenly, the waistband gave up the fight and ripped. I strained harder, pulling the two parts of the waistband in separate directions and was rewarded to see the jeans rip straight down the front, right to Jewel’s crotch. Jewel and I looked down at my handiwork; it was clear that Jewel would be able to wiggle out of the ruined jeans in no time!

Jewel looked up at me and said: “Thank you so much!” She stopped short and looked closer at me. I was staring at the ripped jeans and my mouth was hanging open. Exposed to my eyes for the first time was Jewel’s panties, but they weren’t just any panties; they were the spitting image of the ones I had seen on J, just before she left the house an hour ago: racy, lacy and red!

Jewel giggled when she saw where I was staring. “Mom said that if I wore this thong it would make my birthday present to you even more fun; for both of us! Obviously she was right! I’m so glad I listened to her!” Jewel began stripping the ruined jeans off of her hips and legs while I watched her amazing body being revealed, inch by inch. Jewel turned her back and wiggled the jeans over her succulent, rounded ass and then leaned over to unzip the cuffs so she could extract her legs. By leaning over, Jewel exposed her ass and lightly veiled pussy to my fevered and eyes and straining cock. I stepped up and hungrily grasped her hips and slid my hard, swollen cock between the cheeks of her fabulous ass.

Jewel gasped and rammed her ass against my cock. “God, Scotty,” Jewel gasped; “your cock feels massive! I want you to shove that cock into me, NOW!”

“Baby-doll; you still have your thong on! Pull that thing off and I’ll give you every inch!”

Jewel finally struggled out of her jeans, which was really quite a feat, since I still had her by the ass and was thrusting my cock between her ass cheeks. With both legs out of her jeans, Jewel was freed from a major hindrance. She stood up and slapped my hands, indicating that I needed to let go. I did. Jewel turned to face me. Her face was flushed with lust.

“Scotty,” Jewel panted, “I want you to take my thong off; I want you to be the one to expose my pussy!”

I swept Jewel into my arms and kissed her again; my cock hot and hard against her.

“Jewel, baby, I’m going to take that thong off you and kiss your pussy!”

“Thank you daddy,” Jewel whispered in my ear; “please kiss my pussy then tell me if I taste good!”

I slid my hands down Jewel’s slick, wet skin and hooked my thumbs in the thin band circling her hips and slipped them down her legs and off her feet. As I started moving back up her body, I kissed first one leg and then the other. Jewel spread her legs to accommodate my kisses. As I approached her pussy I moved my kisses to the inside of her thighs. The water continued to pound down on both of us, raising our temperature even further. My mouth reached Jewel’s pussy and I paused to admire her bush.

Like her mother, Jewel also cut her pussy hair short, but instead of the ‘yield sign’ shape maintained by her mom, her pubic hair was trimmed into a one-inch wide ‘racing stripe’ which started about two inches above her slit, and ran right down to the top of her outer labia.

I had never seen a red-headed pussy before, so I took a minute or two to admire it. I decided that it looked ‘exotic,’ and eminently kissable. I slid my tongue into Jewel’s slit and felt her legs tremble. Jewel didn’t taste at all like her mom, but she was as sweet as J, and (honestly) I think she tasted all the sexier because it was my step-daughter’s pussy! I was excited as hell! And based upon the way that Jewel’s legs continued to tremble, Jewel was as excited as I was.

“OOOHHH, Scotty!” Jewel moaned, “fuck me with your tongue!” I did; with passion! “Oh, GOD, that feels good!” she cried.

I kneeled on the floor of the shower, grasping Jewel’s ass cheeks in my hands and buried my nose and tongue as deep into Jewel’s dripping cunt as I could. Jewel’s hips responded by thrusting against my face and I felt her hands on the back of my head, and felt her fingers tangle themselves in my hair. Jewel pushed my face into her pussy and began to ride my tongue, thrusting her hips against my face in a rocking motion.

“Scotty! I’m fucking your tongue! I’m fucking your mouth!” Jewel screamed! “This is so hot, Scotty! Oh God, you really know how to use your tongue! Daddy, you’re making me CUM ALREADY . . . !!!! I’M CUMMING, Baby . . . I’m CUMMING NOW!”

Jewel’s knees buckled and she slumped against the wall of the shower. I kept my tongue in the game, savoring each thrust into my step-daughter’s cunt. Jewel’s slumping body stopped short and came to rest on the small bench that lined three sides of the shower. Her legs spread wider and I stopped tonguing her to run my middle finger up inside her tight, slick pussy! Jewel screamed and I felt her pussy contract on my finger. She grabbed my head and pulled me to her and kissed me deeply and hard.

“Sweet Jesus, Scotty, you’re making me cum again!” Jewel moaned.

Jewel’s hips jerked on my finger and I felt her tight, young pussy pulse with a series of contractions that lasted for fifteen or twenty seconds. Jewel let out a long, sweet moan and reached out to draw me close so that she could kiss me again. When I felt her pussy lips relax, I pulled my finger out and slipped it into her mouth. Jewel greedily sucked at it and cleaned off all her cum.

She opened her green eyes and smiled at me.

“That was delicious, daddy-Scotty! Let’s soap up and then get out of here and into your bed. I really want to have you fuck me in mom’s bed!” Jewel wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock and pulled me to my feet. I didn’t resist and handed her a bar of soap.

“Here, baby-girl, use this!”

Jewel took the bar of soap and rubbed in on my stiff cock. Once it was well soaped she started to slowly jack my eager dick with her slick, soapy hand. It felt glorious! Jewel started getting into the rhythm of her hand job, moving faster and faster. I looked down to take in the lovely sight; Jewel’s fingers were just barely able to wrap around the entire girth of my dick.

“How’s that feel, Scotty?” Jewel asked with a wicked twinkle in her eye. “Does your dick like my hand? My hand sure likes the feel of your cock!” Jewel stopped jacking my penis and smiled. “Do you want me to leave now, daddy? Have I been a bad girl?”

“Yes! You have been a very naughty girl; but you are making me a very happy birthday-boy!” I covered her hand with mine and encouraged her to get back to jacking my cock. Jewel took the hint, but ran her manicured nails along my shaft from the ball-sack to the head, tickling and scratching it in the most provocative fashion. Jewel massaged my balls with her other hand, stretching the scrotum down as far as she could over and over, milking my fresh-shaved sack.

“Scotty, I love the feel of your balls! I don’t think I want to handle any other set that isn’t shaved! It is so sexy to feel the soft, smooth sack and the hard balls underneath!” Jewel stepped aside a bit and let the shower’s jets of water wash the soap off my sparkling clean cock. “Now that magnificent penis of yours is ready for me to suck, baby;” Jewel said in low, wanton voice.

All the time that Jewel was stroking my cock, I was running my hands over her slick, wet, beautiful, tight body; devouring her with my eyes. I had lusted after Jewel ever since she kissed me at her college graduation party. Jewel’s apartment in Novato sits at the top of the hill in Black Point with a million dollar view out over the river as it empties into the San Pablo Bay. I loved the view, and when J and I came to visit I hung out on the deck as much as possible. Anyway, we were standing there enjoying the view and making small talk, elbows close together on the deck rail. I said something stupid, but which Jewel thought was hilarious. She threw back her head and laughed, turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Before I knew it, she was kissing me in a very non-stepdaughter way! Her lips were demandingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.