Even as I pounded my raging hard cock into her tight pussy, I found myself wondering if it was for real. I mean right over there next to her, pinching and pulling at the hard nipples of this hot little slut and urging me on as I fucked her was her mom... the woman I had married only a couple of months earlier. But that same mom was now demanding that I punish her daughter, my step-daughter now, severely for dressing like such a slut.
Here she was, her ankles and wrists spread wide and tied to the bed posts above her head so that her pussy was as exposed and helpless as much as it possibly could be and my big cock was giving that tight little hole - her slut hole as her mom called it - no mercy. The feelings of primal lust that I was feeling I blamed on the girl, and I took my anger out on her for making me so aroused.
I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her slightly as I fucked her harder and harder. She didn't notice, though. She had her head thrown back and was moaning like a cheap whore as she came. This little slut was being punished for making me want her so badly. Her pussy was getting no mercy from me.
To back up a little bit, I had actually met my wife Diana through this same girl, her daughter, Crissy. I am a science teacher and Crissy was in my class. Being the normal, red-blooded male that I am, Crissy had attracted my attention just like she attracted the attention of every boy at school.
She was the epitome of the high school slut with long blonde hair, a cute face, pretty blue eyes, and a body that looked like it was custom designed for fucking. She seemed to know instinctively that she didn't need to worry about working hard, that boys (or men) would always be there for her. So, instead she seemed to concentrate on finding the tightest and most revealing clothes money could buy. It was not at all unusual for her to show up in a skirt that barely covered that hot ass of hers and a stretch top that barely contained her large tits. Best of all, her tiny little frame made her look more like 16 years old instead of 18.
Anyways, Diana was much like her so when I met her at parent-teacher conference I couldn't stop thinking about her. Or, more exactly, I couldn't stop thinking about those great tits that were almost falling out of her tight little dress. I called her a few days later and we started dating. Diana was so hot and so fun that we were married within a year.
Looking back at that time, I maybe should have seen what was coming. Diana loved to come dressed up like a school girl to my classroom after the students had left and play fantasies with me as her teacher. She would always cum the hardest when I would push her over my desk, flip up her little skirt, and take her from behind.
As I fucked her, Diana would often act like she was pleading with me to stop, saying things like, "I won't be such a slut anymore, Mr. Richards." Or, "I won't play with my pussy in class anymore." Basically, anything to make me want to slam into her even harder until we both would have explosive orgasms. As I fucked her, I wondered if her own teachers from high school had taken her in this same way. My guess was that more than one lucky guy had fucked her when she was a teenager.
Another of her fantasies was to act like I was her father. Sometimes when we were fucking, she'd whisper into my ear things like, "Oh, Daddy! Do it harder. Fuck my tight little pussy." I would get very turned on, but I again wondered if her father had taken advantage of her when she was young.
I got into the fantasy as well, slapping her ass as I fucked her from behind and telling her that "Daddy's little girl has been bad today." She would grab her ass with both hands, spread open her pussy and urge her "Daddy" to teach her a lesson.
Within the first weeks of us being married, Diana started laying the groundwork for even more to come. Crissy would come home in the evening and right away Diana would make her come tell us where she'd been. More than once, my guess was that she had been on her knees sucking on some lucky boy's cock since her lipstick was a little smeared and her hair was messed up more than usual. Other times I imagined that she had just been fucked by one or more of the boys that flocked around her all the time. Her mom only fed my imagination.
"Just look at her," she would say. "Have you ever seen such a little tramp?" And look I did, admiring her tits barely contained in short little tops and letting my eyes run up and down her sexy legs and across her hot ass. Crissy would just smile and tell her mom to be quiet. "Look at that top, if she jumped up and down a couple of times her tits would probably fly right out," her mom would say. "And if she bent over even the smallest amount, you could see right up under that little skirt of hers. I'll bet she's not even wearing panties."
No sooner would Crissy leave the room, than Diana would be ready for some action. Often, she'd slide to the floor in front of me, pull out my cock, and start giving me one of her expert blowjobs. Even as she did, she would return to the subject of her daughter. "Do you think she sucked off that boy Tony's cock?" she'd say and as she did she would run her tongue over my cock and look into my eyes. "Crissy's such a little slut, don't you think? I'll bet she did it. Just like this." Then Diana would start bobbing her head up and down hungrily and pump my hard rod with her hand.
At those moments, my mind was a total confusion – aware that it was Diana working on my cock but imagining very easily that it was Crissy. Sometimes Diana would push me over the top by returning to her father fantasy and pretending she was Crissy. "Does Daddy want to cum all over his little girl's face?" she'd say as she pumped my cock with her hands, inches from her mouth. "Shoot his load on his naughty little slut just like Tony did?" She wouldn't stop until my cum was shooting onto her face, tits, hair, or anywhere else it happened to land. After I blasted her face, she would hungrily take me back into her mouth and suck me clean.
Crissy was no better. One time when I got a little mad at her for something, she immediately put on this pouty, innocent girl act. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. "Please don't get mad at me. You know I'm Daddy's girl." She put her arms up around my neck and hugged me, pressing those nice big tits into my chest, and gave me a little kiss. Then she turned away and pretended like the whole thing was no big deal, even though I don't think she could have missed the fact that my cock had grown hard from her display and her touch.
Another time, I was home alone with her for a weekend. It was almost a non-stop teasing session for her. Every chance she got, she made sure I had a nice look at her. She wore no bra all weekend and the tightest tops possible to make sure her hard nipples and nice tits were fully visible. She took every opportunity to bend over in front of me or stretch herself out to my view, even asking me to help her wash her car so that she could get all wet until her T-shirt was nearly see-through.
The most arousing of all, though, was when I came home one day and heard some sounds from my bedroom. I walked toward the door and saw her there on my own bed with her legs spread wide and a big vibrator shoved up her pussy. "Oh yes, that's what a bad girl likes. Do it harder," she groaned. Her eyes were closed so I watched as she pleasured herself. "Do it like you do to Mommy," she was saying. "Just like that, do it to me! Fuck it hard!" she screamed and then she came really hard.
So, that brings me back to tonight. Diana and Crissy had been out shopping earlier. They came home and Diana was obviously angry about something. She was still yelling at Crissy, and from what I gathered it was about her latest choice of clothes. "You will not leave this house wearing that outfit," her mom yelled to her as she went upstairs to her room. I didn't want to stir up her anger any more, so I didn't say anything to Diana. She muttered something to me about how young girls shouldn't dress like street whores, then she went to the living room where I joined her.
About an hour later, Crissy came down the stairs and said she was going out for the night. I turned to look at her and my eyes almost popped out of my head.
Her mom was right, that outfit was more suited to a street whore than a young girl. The top was a cutoff, very tight T-shirt that was barely long enough to cover her nipples, but not the bottom half of her nice tits. It didn't even do much to hide her nipples, which are fairly large and were sticking straight out. Across her chest was the word "TIGHT". To complement the top, she wore a tiny little red plaid schoolgirl skirt. She also wore thigh high white stockings with very steep, bright red high heels. She had her blond hair pulled back into two pony tails and had put on lots of makeup, including some thick red lipstick. A one word description jumped immediately to mind – SLUT.
Even as my eyes were looking Crissy up and down, her mom jumped up and started yelling again. "Do you see what I mean," she was saying to me. "Every boy or man who sees her will think that she's a fuck toy." Crissy rolled her eyes, and told her mom to leave her alone.
Her mom, though, wasn't going to give up on this one. "Don't you dare leave, young lady." She grabbed Crissy by the hand and pulled her over further into the room, right in front of me. Diana pulled Crissy's hands behind her back which made Crissy's tits stick out even more. The bottom of the darkened area around her nipples became exposed from under the little top as it slid up just a tiny bit higher. I looked her up and down again then into her eyes. Her breath was coming short and there was this untamed, wild look in her eyes.
"This little slut daughter of mine needs to be taught a lesson," she said. "Every man in the world, just like your Daddy here, can see that you are nothing but a fuck toy for them." Crissy looked into my eyes for a moment, a little confused, then looked down a little further and saw the hard-on in my pants. She couldn't have missed it – this whole scene had my cock rock hard.
Diana was also looking at me, then my cock, then down at her daughter. Her voice then dropped to a much lower level. "See what you've done to your Daddy? That's what dressing like a slut does. Even you're Daddy wants to use you. And a real man's cock isn't the same as those young boys that you like to fuck," Diana was saying. "A real man will fuck you long and hard and really teach that pussy of yours a lesson."
That's when Diana started pulling Crissy back toward our bedroom. "In fact, this slut needs to see for herself what can happen to her. Come help me teach this little whore what I'm talking about," she said to me. I got up and followed her, my eyes fixed on the hot ass that was almost visible beneath that little skirt.
