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Stephanie....Through the Looking Glass
Stehpanie had just turned 13. She knew what other girls thought, or at least she thought she did. 'Good girls don't do it'. Oral sex. Sucking a man's dick; his cock. Taking a boy's erection and putting it in your mouth. You weren't supposed to do something like that. It was filthy and disgusting. That was certainly her attitude now that she was in junior high school, where, like all the other girls, she was just beginning to blossom.
She was beginning to get crushes on boys. She had never realized before how cute they were. Whenever she thought no one was watching, she would find herself just staring for long periods of time at one of the cutest boys in her class, Bobby Glass. He wasn't the best looking or the best athlete but she liked his personality. He always had a mischevious twinkle in his eye and was always getting in trouble for exploring the boundaries of what he could get away with in class. It was never bad things, just harmless mischief. But, he was one of the teacher's favorites, and, even though it was the teacher's duty to punish him when he stepped out of line, she could never stay mad at him for long. He was just being a boy.
Stephanie envied his light heartedness. Some people were just lucky that way, she supposed.
She was somewhat rigid. She lived alone with her single mother in a small apartment. They were happy together but Stephanie knew that her mother struggled to make ends meet. Ever since her father had run off with his secretary, Stephanie's mother had had to find a job and try to build a career for herself....as a secretary. Sometimes Stephanie wondered at the irony of her mother's position; trying to become a secretary; the same kind of job as the woman who had stolen her husband. Stephanie thought that it was almost as though her mother was thinking 'if you can't beat em', join em'. To Stephanie's limited understanding of the world, it appeared that it was a woman's destiny to spend her life attracting and then holding on to a man. Men seemed to have the all the power over the quality of a woman's life. And, just like Bobby Glass, they seemed to be able to get away with anything.
And so, later that year, when her mother finally found another man and decided to get married again, Stephanie had very mixed emotions. They were moving into a nice house. They had enough money again. And her mother seemed to be very happy. But Stephanie was wary. She wasn't sure how to approach the whole situation.
Stephanie liked her new father-in-law Steve. He was a good looking man who seemed to really care about her mother. And he always went out of his way to be friendly and helpful to Stephanie. But she was afraid that he would leave her mother just like her father had done. Stephanie noticed, as she watched the interplay between her mother, and Steve, that her mother tried extra hard to make Steve happy.
Stephanie also liked Steve because, well, because he was male. He was like a boy, only fully grown. He was a man. A handsome man. And each time Stephanie wondered what it looked like inside of his pants she would blush with shame. She just couldn't help herself. She had become fascinated with the male anatomy. She was ashamed of herself when she caught herself wondering about the size of his manhood, and wondering about its size relative to what she imagined to be the size of Bobby Glass's dick.
She had seen pictures of the famous sculpture of David by Michaelangelo, and had thrilled at the sight of the statues naked penis. She couldn't believe that people were so casual in their admiration of the famous statue. Didn't they see that his dick was showing? And what was even more confusing to Stephanie was the realization that she was fascinated by the narrow curves of the statue's buttocks. She wondered what was wrong with her. Why would a girl want to look at a guy's ass. It made no sense and yet she couldn't stop thinking about both of them; the penis and the long narrow curves of his butt. It made her feel strange and light headed, like she was losing her sanity. It was like day dreaming only different. There seemed to be a warmth and a sweetness about those kind of day dreams that was different. She would find herself at moments like that becoming suddenly very aware of her nakedness under her clothes. She could feel, at those moments, while day dreaming in class, every single little sensation of chair or cloth against the bottom of her thighs and on her legs. And there was an equally strange sensation in her budding breasts. She was both mystified and concerned by the warmth that seemed to be generated inside of her there, and, also, between her legs, as she pondered the statue, and Steve, and Bobby Glass. The energy that came over her during those musings both stimulated and frightened her at the same time. She had a perverted desire to just touch herself. To massage herself in places where her hands had no business being. She thought it was filthy. And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about them. What was it about men? Stephanie feared to give free reign to that warm and wonderful demon that dwelt within her.
Stephanie couldn't help herself. She was masturbating. By the flickering glow of the computer screen; naked, legs spread wide, and with her two fingers reaching desperately inside, trying, successfully, to coax forth the bewitching waves of ecstacy that mother nature had bestowed upon her, she reread over and over again the words that he had sent her on the screen.
She had temporarliy lost the ability to sit up and type a response.
"What do I look like? I don't know Steph. Average I guess. The girls in my class all seem to like me. It's weird though. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, the face I see looking back doesn't really represent the reality that I feel within my heart. Do you know what I'm talking about Steph? I know that sounds crazy, but, it's like, I don't know. It's like I didn't pick this body or this face. But I truly wish that I could."
Stephanie's head was back and her back was starting to arch upward. So it wasn't only her that had that feeling she thought to herself. Through slitted eyes, almost shut with the beauty of her orgasm, she could barely see well enough to read the last words of his message.
"Why don't we just let our real inner selves communicate with each other? Is that okay with you? Then we can just allow the faces we see on each other be the reflections of our souls?"
"Oh dear God," she thought to herself as her the fire of her orgasm ignited within her young pussy. Her fingers curled up and in and her thumb rubbed over her exquisitly sensitive clitoris.
"O.......umphh...............you.................unngghh.... ...........beautiful," she said to no one in her room but herself, "........................unngggghhh...........poetic...........................ohmyGod!ohmyGod!ohmyGod!........bastard you," she grunted between spasms.
At that moment she was soooo grateful for the computer that Steve had bought her for her birthday. It was, at the moment, her big white masturbation machine that allowed her to explore her body, and her mind, and her sexuality in the privacy of her very own big pink bedroom without the fear of unwanted entaglements, commitments, or complications. It was her own personal ticket to fly. And she was soaring. Carried aloft, above the clouds of rapture, by the howling winds of her sexual release. "Good girls definitely didn't do things like this," a little voice in the back of her head said at that moment. "Then I don't fucking want to be a good girl," the devil in her soul answered back with a much louder and more forceful voice that, at that moment, drowned out all other reality for Stephanie as she humped out the remaining waves of her orgasm against her fingers.
It wasn't much longer after that that she first sucked Steve's dick.
He didn't force her. But, she realized later in therapy, he had lured her. Her therapist tried to convince her that she had been molested, but Stephanie couldn't really buy it. She had wanted to do it. She had been curious. She had wanted to taste it. She had wanted to look at it. She had wanted to caress it and feel it's long warmth in the palm of her hand. She had wanted to make Steve feel good. She had wanted it in her mouth.
Had he lured her? Had he teased her by leaving his robe strategically open at just the right moments?
"So what?" she thought. "Isn't that what women and girls do to men every day of their lives? Isn't that why they wear such beautiful clothes and put on red lipstick? Didn't they want to lure the man of their dreams from near or far? Didn't they want him to be so inflamed with desire at the thought of her beauty that they would stumble over themselves like clumsy oafs trying to get near them?
So Steve had teased her? So he had taken advantage of her sexual curiosity? She didn't have to suck his dick. "But", she thought, "I suppose he could have stopped me". But then, why? We both wanted it.
She could remember that summer clearly. She remembered wearing a skimpy bikini whenever she went out back to take a dip in the pool. She knew when Steve was looking at her. She enjoyed being able to attract his attention like that. She enjoyed his genuine appreciation of her as a pretty and sexual creature. It gave her a sense of power that she had always lacked prior to the budding of her young womanly body. She felt that she finally had some control over her destiny, and she was eager to explore the boundaries of that power.
She knew that boys liked oral sex. 'Blowjobs' were what the more liberal and open of the girls in her class called them. "I've heard that you can make a boy go insane by sucking his dick," they giggled to one another in wide eyed innocence. "And, if you don't let him come," Alisha had said, as they all trilled at the sound of such a salaciously naughty word, "His balls will turn blue and he will die of a heart attack." They giggled and laughed at the mere thought of killing a boy with pleasure.
Stephanie couldn't know that it wasn't too far from the truth. That many a rich old man had been "executed" by the tender loving mouth of his mistress or new bride. It was a talent worth learning, Stephanie thought to herself. She wondered if, maybe, if she could get very good at it, then she could make sure that when she got married her man would never leave her. "I can keep him at home with blowjobs" she thought to herself. It made her feel evil, but empowered, by the mere thought of mouth whipping a man.
And so it happened. On the couch. While watching television together after her mother had gone to bed.
She had been leaning against him with his arm around her shoulder when she had suddenly reached up, and put her hand on his leg. A little startled, but not too, he had waited a couple of minutes to put his hand gently on top of hers to reassure her. It was a silent communication of acceptance and understanding that they both understood. Together, like fingers on a Ouija Board, neither one leading and neither one following, their hands slowly migrated up to the bulge in his crotch. It was she who unzipped him. And it was she, who, uncertain of this new territory, felt around to find and then eventually pull his fully formed and large erection free from his shorts and out into the open.
No words were spoken. None were needed. He leaned slightly back and allowed her the room to explore his sexual organ and looked down enraptured, at the sight of her long, soft, brown hair on the back of her still small head, as she leaned into his lap and fondled his package.
She looked unashamedly at his stiffness. She rubbed her hand up and down and noted how the warm flesh would follow her hand over his stalk. She looked at the graceful curves of the swollen head of his erect cock and wondered at how something so hard could also be so soft at the same time. "Just on a purely mechanical basis," she thought, "it was the perfect thing to put inside a woman." You could jam it in as hard as you wanted and yet not damage anything. The natural cushion on the end of it would soften the impact of any deep penetrations against her cervix. And the girth of the swollen head would serve to find and manipulate all the hungry hidden corners, nooks, and crannies of the inside of her vagina; "especially," she thought, "when, and if ,it were to go completely out and then back in at the fleshy entrance, repeatedly, over....... and over........and over........and over......and.....!" Well, anyway, it was just a perfect fit. It was the perfect tool to stimulate the inside of a female's pussy and drive her to orgasm.
She felt the moisture seeping inside of her body. But, while she may have been willing to share the pleasure of her mouth with Steve, they both understood instinctively and without speaking that the most intimate treasure between her legs was off limits. She was saving it. It was her sexual dowry to the man she would eventually decide to marry.
And so, as a light sheen of persperation formed on Steve's forhead, he waited in an agony of expectation for the pretty daughter-in-law between his legs to begin sucking him.
She was certainly taking her time.
Eventually though, after gently stroking him for a while, and gradually becoming comfortable with the near proximity of his hairy manhood, she took the next natural step and gently leaned in and kissed the end of his penis. The feeling of her pretty teenaged lips on the end of his penis almost drove Steve mad; just as predicted by Stephanie's giggling classmates.
Stephanie could sense the affect it was having on her father in law. She was almost as excited as he was as she opened her lips and took the head of his dick into her mouth. She rolled it around on the end of her tongue and tasted the salty droplets that had formed at end of his little pee hole. She liked it. It kind of reminded her of the taste of anchovies, but then, it also tasted like............sex. As she continued rubbing his cock head around to coat the inside of her mouth with his odor and his taste, she had already decided that she liked giving head. She already liked the feel of a stiff dick imbeded in her mouth. She could literally taste Steve's arousal.
It was then that she heard the squishing sounds of her mother masturbating in the easy chair across the darkened room from them.
Steve's cock almost came out of Stephanie's mouth as she turned her head just enough to see her mother's nearly naked form in the darkened corner of the living room. She could see her mother's pendulous mature breasts dangling from beneath the night gown that she had pulled up under chin. Their dark brown cookie sized nipples were swaying on her chest to the rhythm of her fingers as they pistoned in and out of her thick pussy hair.
Stephanie stopped what she was doing. Her mother was masturbating to the sight of her own daughter performing incest on her husband.
Reluctantly, Stephanie removed her father-in-law's cock from her mouth. A little light bulb had just come on in her head, and, if she was right....................
"Having fun Mom?" she asked sarcastically.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, baby. It's just that I was thirsty and I was going to get..........umphhh.......umphhh........and I saw you.........umphhh....and I .........umphh.......just...........I.......umphhh, umphhh....oh God."
The pieces of the puzzle were coming into place for Stephanie now. She would know for sure in just a moment. All she had to do was..............
"You look so lonely over there Mom. Why don't you come over here and join us" she said still grasping Steve's hard pole.
Sophie gratefully arose from the chair. But before she could take even one step......
"Don't walk mother" Stephanies voice floated lovingly across the room, "CRAWL!" She ordered her mother with a firmness and contempt that shocked even Stephanie herself.
Her mother stopped dead in her tracks like a deer caught in the oncoming headlights of a Mack truck. For moments there was no sound. The silence in the room was deafening. Stephanie was unconsciously holding her breath, and Steve stared speechless at the drama that was unfolding before him.
Poor Sophie's heart had almost quit beating. Suddenly she was aware of all the things that she had ever done wrong in her life, and, especially, as Stephanie's mother. She was overwhelmed with guilt about her failed marriage. And she felt that she had just caught a glimpse at that moment of the true extent of the damage that her failed marriage had done to Stephanie. Stephanie had been very close to her father.
Sophie, standing completely naked in the middle of the room, looked up at her daughter's form, kneeling between her new husbands legs while still holding his long stiff erection in her hand. And a single large tear slipped down from the corner of her eye.
Coldly, without remorse, Stephanie noted the lingering hesitation and fear in her mother's eyes and knew that the moment of decision had arrived. So, more softly this time, and with a big warm smile, she added, "I just want to watch your big beautiful tits dangle."
Slowly, ever so slowly, and inevitably, Sophie's legs gave out below her and she sank to her knees. Tears streamed from her eyes now as she knelt before them, on the floor, in front of the big easy chair that she had been sitting in while she jacked off to the sight of her own daughter engaged in an incestuous exchange.
"That's good Mommy," Stephanie said finally. "Now just crawl on over here to your little girl and maybe, just maybe, if you are a good little girlie wirlie, she will let you suck Stevie's big dick. Would you like that Mommy? Would you like to suck on Stevie's big dickie wickie?" Stephanie smiled a purely wicked smile and pointed Steve's throbbing erection at her. "Oh my" she said, "Just look how big and hard it is."
Sobbing, Sophie crawled defeatedly across the living room carpet to the welcoming touch of her daughter's hand stroking the top of her head.
"That's a good little girlie, Mommy. Now you can suckie on Stevie weevie's big dick."
With that she unceremoniously shoved her mother's face into Steve's lap, shocked at the force with which she pushed her mother's unresisting head down and towards Steve's waiting dick.
Sophie's mouth opened wide to receive him. Her jaws spread painfully as the full length of his cock was shoved into her mouth and down her throat.
With her daughter's hand pushing firmly down on the back of her head Sophie sucked off her husband.
But it wasn't all bad. Stephanie was sympathetic to her poor mother's plight. After all, the bitch had given birth to her. So she reached between her mother's legs while she sucked and stuck her fingers into her mothers wide open, unprotected, and unbelievably soaking cunt.
Mercilessly, Stephanie worked her fingers in and out of her mother's pussy with one hand while shoving her head down over and over again on Steve's throbbing hard.
"That's good, Mommy," she said encouragingly, as she watched the whole length of her father-in-law's dick disappear again and again up into her mother's mouth, and noted the accompanying swelling that appeared inside her mother's throat as the fat cockhead was forced down her gullet. "Show Steve what a loving wife and cocksucker you are. Show him how you can suck his dick."
It didn't take too long for her efforts to be rewarded.
After only about two to three minutes of this forced fucking of Sophie's face, incredibly, Sophie was ready to come. The exquisitly forbidden and taboo feeling of her daughter's fingers working in and out of her vagina and the feel of her daughters thumb roughly and rudely stroking the length of her clitoris caused Stephanie's mother to have an orgasm the size of Cleveland. Sophie could feel it trying to shove its way out of her body. It was like the devil had materialized within her and was trying to birth itself out of her clit and through her vagina accompanied by a crescendo of ecstacy.
Stephanie's mother siffened and came. Sophie's backbone became rigid with her climax as Steve's thrusting pole pounded against the membranes at the furthest reaches of the bottom of her throat. Then it throbbed one last time, and began squirting out its sperm. Between the contractions of her orgasm and the spurting of Steve's ejaculate into her throat Stephanie was worried that her mother might actually choke to death. So, when she sensed that her mother's heaving frame couldn't possibly survive another moment, Stephanie grabbed a handfull of her mother's hair and jerked her head upright.
Sophie came up coughing and spitting out sperm. Still riding the last waves of the most intense orgasm of her life, she gratefully gulped in, with huge gasps, the cool air that her burning lungs demanded.
With each gasp and cough, yet another large blob of Steve's seed flew forth from her wide open mouth.
Then, like a fifty pound sack of potatoes, she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Semen flowed in little white streams over her lips and down her chin
At that moment, Stephanie knew........from that day on things would never be the same. The balance of power had just shifted with such force in their house that Stephanie was sure it must have registered on the Richter scale.
Steve sat on the couch, his now flaccid cock lolling limply outside his zipper, and stared in wide eyed wonder at the girl before him. "Who is this girl?" he asked himself. "Where the hell did she come from?"
"My God, Stephanie, that was the most......." he started to say.
SMACK! Poor Steve never saw it coming. As he brought his hand up to cover the spot on his cheek where she had backhanded him, his face burned with pain and his soul burned with shame.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU FUCKING PIG!!!!!" Stephanie screamed at the top of her lungs. She was panting in rage with her face just inches away from Steve's. He leaned back in shock, too stunned to move; too frightened to move.
"YOU FUCKING PIG," she screamed again. "You would have fucked me wouldn't you? Your own god-damned daughter in law; a fucking thirteen year old." Here she stood up and pulled down her shorts and panties with one big pull. She thrust her hips at his face and put her hairy vagina within smelling distance of his nose. "Is this what you wanted asshole? Is this the pussy that you've been dreaming of?" She reached down and spread her pussy lips open so that Steve could see inside of her.
He stared open mouthed.
"How many times have you jacked off thinking about getting some of this asshole. Did you imagine that the sperm you were shooting out onto your stomach was going to end up in my little virgin cunt?" Stephanie stared at Steve. Her eyes burned with fury. Her face was livid. "WELL? DID YOU?" she screamed again.
"I...I...I didn't.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE!" she screamed. She stared down into his lap and watched with disgust as his flaccid dick began to stir and stiffen. Incredibly, relentlessly, it became fully hard and the head of his cock swelled with passion.
"My God," she said, almost to herself, "You really are one sick fuck."
"Get up," she yelled, and stepped back. "Get off that couch and take off all your clothes. I want you on your knees fucking my mother from behind like the bitch that she is."
Steve couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot.
"Or maybe you would prefer that I call the police and tell them how you made perform fellatio on you?" She smiled down at him. "Oh, officer," she said, in her most perfectly innocent school girl voice, "it was just so awful. We were watching television, officer, and, out of the blue, he just grabbed my head, and...oh, boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Oh, officer, it was just all so horrible. I just can't go on. Oh I just want to die. I...."
"You bitch. You know it wasn't......."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Steve couldn't believe it. He was being bitch slapped by a thirteen year old girl. And he couldn't do one damn thing to stop her. He covered his face with both his hands to protect himself from the pain of her slaps and from the reality of what he had gotten himself into. He burned with shame and humiliation, but he still didn't move.
And that's when Steve experienced something that he would never forget for the rest of his life. Something so horrible that no man should ever have to endure it.....ever. He thought he was going to puke from the pain: the intense, unspeakably acute, and gut wrenching pain of Stephanie's foot suddenly stomping down with all of her frustated, infuriated, outraged, and incensed strength right, directly, and furiously onto and into his balls.
His hands flew immediately from his slap reddened face to his crotch as he let out a moan of unspeakable agony. And he rolled off the couch onto the floor. .
And there he lay; there, on the floor of their nicely appointed living room, in their pretty little house, in their nice, expensive, comfortable, upscale, security gated, and, above all else, above absolutely every fucking thing else in the universe, RESPECTABLE!! neighborhood, clutching his crotch, and trying, with all of his might, unsucessfully, to ease the nauseating pain that consumed his stomach and his entire universe.
"Oh, that's much better," Stephanie said breezily. "Thank you for obeying me....Daddy. Now, why don't you just start taking off your clothes like a good little boy. I think my Mommy needs to be serviced."
Steve was unable to comply. He could barely hear, barely even think in his present state of agony.
"Or maybe you would like for me to give you a little more motivation," Stephanie said, as she stepped in front of him and drew her foot back, like a place kicker about to kick a record breaking, 60 yard, last second, game winning, super bowl, field goal.
That seemed to get Steve's attention. Quickly........oh so quickly.......his hands moved to his belt buckle. With a frenetic haste he fumbled to unbuckled and unbutton himself. Then he quickly started to pull his pants down along with his boxer shorts.
Stephanie smiled down at the sight of her new father in law; naked from the waist down. She looked at the nicely shaped form of his slightly hairy and manly legs, with their accompanying set of large, though somewhat reddened, testicles, and his larger than average, and still semi-erect cock. "Not too shabby," Stephanie thought to herself. "I can see what Mom saw in him. Maybe one of these days I just might....."
"Please baby, don't do this," Stephanie suddenly heard her mother beg, as Steve lifted her off the floor and got into a kneeling position behind her.
Stephanie just smiled as she watched Steve take his mysteriously not quite hard cock in his hand and pointed it toward his new wife's wet vaginal opening. Then, as Steve leaned forward to force his cock up into her mother's cunt, Stephanie listened with great satisfaction to her mother's grunt of.......pain?.........pleasure?..........humiliation? Or maybe it was all three at once.
Calmly Stephanie pulled up her shorts and panties and sat down on the couch. There, she casually leaned back, crossed her legs, and watched in satisfaction as her two "parents" rutted like pigs on the living room floor before her. She reached over to pick up the television remote control, and, as she listened to the sound of her mommy and daddy's growing lust and enthusiasm as he fucked her from behind, Stephanie just couldn't stop smiling.
"Things are beginning to look up for me," she thought to herself as she clicked the remote at the television, surfing through the stations, looking for something more interesting to watch.
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