Note to readers: As with all my stories, it will take a page or two to set the stage before the action gets going, but Trust me! There will be plenty of action spread out over several sex-filled chapters. Once it gets going, it is almost non-stop action. But with strong characters, so you literary guys can rest easy!
One of the characters in this story has the name "Eva", a European variant on the English name "Eve". When you read the story, remember that "Eva" should be pronounced "Eh-vah", like the American actress Ava Gardner from the 1950s.
Happy reading!
Daddy's Sex Ed -- Day 1
I have to say, right at the beginning, that none of this was my fault. All the horniness, all the messing around, all the fucking behind my wife's back -- it wasn't my idea. In fact, when my wife first told me that she wanted me to be in charge of my 18 year old stepdaughter's sex education, I told her right away that she was out of her mind.
"Isn't that YOUR job?" I asked her.
"Well, yeah, I guess," she admitted. "But really, Danny, it's so weird. It makes me uncomfortable just to think about it."
"And how do you think it makes ME feel?" I countered. "Besides, isn't she a little old to be taught about the birds and the bees? She's 18, for crissake."
"Yeah, but you know what that boarding school of hers was like."
She had a point there. Several years ago, shortly after Kate and her first husband got divorced, her ex, a mining engineer, got a job in Utah supervising a molybdenum mine. It was a great opportunity for him, but the mine was in the middle of nowhere. The nearest school was almost sixty miles away.
Kate, still knee deep in her undergraduate accounting program, didn't have either the money or the time to take care of their daughter Eve. So finally, after a lot of hand wringing and long phone calls back and forth, the two parents agreed to put Evie in an all-girls boarding school in a small town in central Utah.
Don't get me wrong. It was a good school. Their academic stats were stellar. But the place was, let's just say, a trifle conservative. The school had taken traditional Mormon values and cranked them up to 11. They weren't just opposed to sex education -- they even tore out the pages of the biology book that dealt with X and Y chromosomes. Being so far from any other settlement, there was no internet connection other than what was doled out by the school administration. The girls were not allowed to see any videos or books that portrayed sex or violence of any sort. Evie had never seen a superhero movie (too violent), a romantic comedy (too much kissing) or even a nature documentary that talked about animals raising their young (too much... what? They lost me on that one).
Eve's father died in a mining accident just before her eighteenth birthday and her high school graduation. So after the ceremony, Kate and I packed Eve's possessions into our car and drove her to her new home with us.
I had to admit that Kate was right about Eve needing a sex ed course. The people who ran the boarding school had left her woefully unprepared for the real world.
And the fact was that Evie needed something to help her make the transition. With her ash blond hair, pale white skin, sky-blue eyes and delicate features, her face was both angelic and stunning. But more than that, her figure was -- oh man, how can I put it? Her figure was enough to give a guy a hard-on at twenty paces.
At five foot four, she was a little shorter than average for a woman. She had a slim figure, with a tight waist and flat tummy that drew attention to the flair of her hips. When you looked at her standing in profile, her perfectly rounded ass jutted out from the line of her spine enough to make your mouth water.
And then there were her tits. Her 32DD tits that seemed so huge on her slim, delicate body. No matter how conservatively those idiots in Podunk, Utah had taught her to dress, there was no way of covering up her prodigious rack.
Within a week after arriving in our house, Evie was already drawing attention. Every guy in the neighborhood from 16 to 60 was drooling over her. The poor girl could hardly go to the grocery store without getting a come-on from at least two or three guys.
Given her sheltered experience at the boarding school, Evie was having trouble coping. For six years, she'd hardly gone outside the school other than her alternating visits every few months back and forth between her mother and her father. Even when she was here with her mother and me, she was never around long enough to make any local friends. So she spent most of her time at home, treasuring a chance to spend time with her family.
She didn't know how to cope with all the male attention.
I confess I wasn't blind to how incredible she looked. In the privacy of our home, Evie often walked around the house in nothing but a old faded-black rock concert t-shirt that was too tight in the bust. The shortness of the t-shirt displayed her perfect legs as she cuddled up on the couch alongside her mother. Half the time, she didn't bother to wear a bra around the house, complaining that it chafed her skin, and anyway, there wasn't anyone other than family around, so who cared? The result was that I was treated to hours on end of watching her big tits jiggle every time she moved.
Since it was early summer, Evie spent a lot of time working alongside her mother in the garden. She wore an old sun dress of her mother's that had been handed down to her years ago, before her chest developed. When she was on her hands and knees in the flower bed, her ultra-short dress rose up to expose her incredible panty-clad ass. But it was even more incredible when she stood up, her huge tits straining against the poor overstretched buttons of the light dress. When she put her hands against the small of her back and, standing in profile, thrust her chest forward to get the kinks out after bending over the flowers, her entire body was on display, from her fantastic legs to her barely concealed ass, all the way up to the huge tits straining against her front buttons. Then she looked my way and beamed at me innocently, grinning happily, totally unaware of how hot she looked and how horny she was making me. She inhaled deeply as she stretched and I swear it was a miracle that the buttons of her dress didn't pop off with the strain of her breasts against the thin fabric.
I had to remind myself that she was my stepdaughter and that I was a happily married man. She was not, I told myself over and over, a male fantasy come to life. But holy fuck! That gorgeous face! That pale blonde hair! That tight little body! That delectable ass! Those enormous fucking tits!
And all of that was combined with a smiling, innocent demeanor that was an amazing combination with her sexpot body. Just looking at my busty little blonde stepdaughter made my groin ache. Yet she had no idea how sexy she was, and wouldn't know what to do about it if she did realize the effect she had on men.
Of course I'd known Evie for years, since slightly before her mother and I got married. Back then, she'd been a cute, precocious blonde-haired kid. I loved taking her to the local amusement park, where she squealed with joy on the roller coaster and pretended to be scared by the haunted house. Over the next few years, as she entered her teen years, I watched her develop into an incredibly attractive young woman. That is, I watched her tits grow and grow and grow.
Now she was eighteen and fair game for any man. Thanks to those years in the shelter of the girls' boarding school, she had no idea what an unbelievable body she had. She didn't know what effect she had on men. She definitely needed instruction on how to deal with it.
"So what do you have in mind?" I asked my wife.
"First of all, I got her a booklet on contraception."
"She's gonna just love that," I said, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Do you expect me to read it to her or just quiz her on the contents?"
"You'll give it to her to read on her own. The real active part is the videos."
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Videos? Videos on safe sex?"
"Not just safe sex. I ordered a whole set of instructional videos. Stuff on dating. On how to say 'No'. On how to... you know." She gestured with her hands, making a circle with her left thumb and index finger and then thrusting her right index finger in and out of the hole.
Her little hand pantomime was so goddamn juvenile I felt like laughing, except that she was serious. I pictured the excruciating experience of sitting alongside Evie while we slogged through a series of lame videos aimed at teens, talking about fallopian tubes and "Dating Do's and Don't's". Part of me imagined the videos being made in the 1950s, filmed in grainy black and white.
"And where are you going to be while Evie and I watch these videos of yours?" I asked.
"I'm... uh... I'm gonna be working late every night this week."
"Chickenshit," I said.
She shrugged. "I admit it. I volunteered to work late all this week to avoid being around while you and Evie watch the videos. So I'm a coward. So shoot me. I told you it makes me uncomfortable. Look, Danny, just do this for me, will you?"
A few hours later, little Evie and I were sitting together on the couch while I queued up the first video. Our TV was one of those humongous ones, so big that the images of indoor scenes sometimes seemed life size.
