Leroy woke up at about a quarter to eight in the morning, to the sweet sensations of Camilla's tongue, lips, and hand on his hardening cock. "Starting the day off with a little fun?" he asked, looking down at her from the head of the bed.
"Wanna put your thing in my poo-poo hole, sir?" she asked in her ditzy 'Dolly' persona, knowing that talking like that excited him all the more.
Without even answering, he got up on his knees, and she turned around, pointing her arse at him. Her legs were spread wide open so he could see her asshole, which was already lubricated. He slowly slid his erection through her tight anal orifice; both lovers moaned in unison. Then his phallus slid further inside her rectum; by the time it was pushed all the way in, Camilla felt this amazingly pleasurable impalement--all her anal walls were being probed and stretched by Leroy's huge penis. Again, the thickness and length of his member astonished her as much as it excited her. With its largeness pumping inside her, she felt as though he'd gone halfway through her body with a most pleasing spear. She looked back at him, moaning her thanks. With her head on the bed to balance her, she fingered her hard clitoris. When he was about to come, he pulled his cock out and showered his come on her behind.
She giggled. "Ooh, that tickles," she said. "Can you eat my pussy for me, please, sir?" she asked. "I'm almost there."
He licked her vulva and put his tongue inside her wide-open anus. He fingered her G-spot and kept his mouth open to receive her come. It all spouted in his mouth; he didn't miss a drop.
Now I don't have to change my bedsheets again, he thought. "Want some breakfast?" he asked.
"What do you have?" she asked.
"Well, we could have
Fruit Loops
, or
Count Chocula
," he suggested.
"Um, no thanks," she said. "No offence, sir, but I'm a health freak. If you don't mind, I think I'm just gonna take a shower and go home."
"OK, I understand. Let's do this again some time, OK?"
"Sure," she said as she got off the bed and reached for her purse.
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Camilla got home at about 9 AM. She was surprised that Candice wasn't there. She must be with her boyfriend, Camilla thought. Her mother, Collette, called her and asked her to meet her at the house with Troy; the three of them would then go out to lunch again. Happy to continue with her plans to seduce her mother's fiance, Camilla changed into a light blue lace top, jean shorts, and knee-length rainbow-striped toe socks with light and dark shades of blue, as well as pink, purple, and orange. Bra-less, she wore pink panties underneath. Camilla went to her mom's home after eating breakfast.
Camilla first went up to her old bedroom and took off her jean shorts, since she wanted her step-father-to-be to see her in her pretty pink panties. Then she waited in the upstairs bathroom of Collette's house. She looked out the window, hoping to see Troy's car arrive first. She was drinking from a water bottle; increasingly desperate to urinate, but wanting Troy to see her do that, she was impatient for his arrival. After a few more minutes of dancing in discomfort, she saw his car come in the driveway. She pulled her panties down to her knees. When she heard him open the front door and walk in the house, she called, "I'm up here, in the bathroom." He rushed up the stairs, and she sat on the toilet, still holding her urine in. She'd intentionally left the door ajar, so he correctly assumed she would allow him to enter the bathroom. No sooner had he opened the door, but her piss started tinkling on the surface of the toilet water. Sitting forward and grinning in feigned embarrassment, she said, "Hi, Daddy." She giggled like a little girl. "I'm going pee-pee." She giggled again, louder.
He smiled as he looked at his beautiful step-daughter-to-be, thinking this was the loveliest urination ever. "This is the first time I've ever seen you blush from being seen undressed," he said as he walked into the bathroom to get a closer look.
"That's 'cause I'm so stinky now," she said, giggling. She opened her legs and sat back so he could see the gold pouring from her pussy into the water.
He looked down between her legs, admired her pretty brown pubic hair, and said, "You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetie. You're so naturally beautiful, even your pee smells pretty."
"Really? Thank you, Daddy," she said with a giggle. "Where's Mommy?"
"She won't be here for another hour or so," he said with a sly smile. "We're all alone." She let out little staccato squeals as she squirted out her last few drops of pee, then she got her perfumed wet napkins out of her purse and wiped her vulva clean. As she wiped, she put the heels of her feet on the toilet seat and, with her legs wide open, pulled up on her labia with the napkins so Troy could see her genitals. "Very pretty," he said.
"What, Daddy?" she asked, as if she naively had no idea what he was admiring.
"Oh, uh, your toe socks, sweetheart," he said, his eyes never budging a millimetre from her cunt. She finished wiping and stood up, They were standing less than half a foot apart from each other. She allowed his roving eyes to ogle her half-naked body, and she looked up at him with the wide-open, naive, trustful eyes that a child would have, one that knew nothing of the taboo of nudity. She allowed her panties to drop to her feet, and she kicked them off. They hugged, him gently squeezing her soft buttocks. "I'm so glad you're not wearing any make-up, sweetie. You don't need it. You're naturally beautiful."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said as she rubbed her belly against his erection. "You're so sweet to me."
While looking over her to admire the sight of her piss in the toilet--as well as to see her bare behind--he said, "Your mom must be so proud to have such a beautiful daughter. And a smart one, too. I understand you're starting university in the fall." He was now fingering her anus.
"Yeah, I'm graduating from high school next week." She looked in his eyes, her own eyes showing no disapproval of his lecherous fingers.
Suddenly, the front door opened. "Shit!" he whispered. "She said she wouldn't be here for another hour. Hurry: put your clothes on." Collette was coming up the stairs quickly, since she'd already had reason to believe, from their last lunch, that Troy and her daughter were getting a little too affectionate with each other.
Camilla ran out of the bathroom, still half-naked; he spanked her bare bottom and admired it as she ran out and down the hall towards her old bedroom. Trying his best to look guiltless, he 'casually' walked out of the bathroom to greet Collette, who was three-quarters of the way to the top of the stairs. "Hi, honey," he said.
"Where is she?" Collette asked suspiciously.
"In the bath-bedroom," he said.
Camilla came out of her old bedroom with her jeans on, as if she'd never taken them off. "Hi, Mom," she said.
Troy breathed a soft sigh of relief and said, "OK, we can go have lunch now."
As Collette and Troy started walking down the stairs, Camilla went into the bathroom to get her purse and panties, and to flush the toilet. At the sound of the flushing, Collette immediately looked back up towards the bathroom, and saw Camilla come out, stuffing something distinctively pink into her purse. Those look like some of the underwear I bought for her three months ago, Collette thought.
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After lunch, Camilla went to
Carl's Erotic Art
. When she was allowed to go in the back studio, she was disappointed to see Belle all healthy again and ready to pose for Carl, but she was delighted to see the lovely model in the nude. "So, you don't need me to pose, Carl?" Camilla asked. "Hi Belle."
"Hi, sweetie," grinning Belle said as she walked up to give Camilla a hug. "I understand you posed for Carl yesterday. Lovely pictures. You're 18, of legal age to pose?"
"Yeah," Camilla sighed, trembling with pleasure from Belle's touch. Sensing the nude model's receptiveness, Camilla gathered up the nerve to say, "You're really beautiful; can I kiss you?"
