My Step-Mother Is My Classmate!

I immediately noticed the new dangling earrings in Nastya's ears and said that they suited her very well, without lying. Nastya giggled and looked at me, beaming:

- Thank you. He gave them to me literally yesterday!

- Who? Your... daddy? - Now it was my turn to giggle.

- Well... Don't call him that! Borya is such a sweetheart, he always tries to please me!

- And you to him? - I smiled.

Nastya blushed.

- Alice, let's not be vulgar! We have deep feelings, I even think that he... is ready to propose! - here she switched to a whisper. We stopped near the school cafeteria, the bell had just rung, the crowd had not yet had time to gather.

- A proposal? Come on! He's over fifty, you're barely eighteen - a high school senior, how can that happen?

- Well... He hinted that he didn't want to pick me up after school, aaa... so that I would always be nearby.

- So maybe you should move in together for a start? Try it out, so to speak?

-- Move in together? How do you imagine that? And what am I going to tell my parents? Move in with some random guy, and their age at that?! They don't even know about him!

-- And like, marrying a random guy who's a hundred years old wouldn't bother them, right?

- This will be officially documented! - Nastya hissed. - They will see a document with a seal and understand that the intentions are serious, that I am not just... some kind of!

- Some kind of? A... Don't you think he's just ripping you off?

- You know, we've only been dating for a month, but... He says he's never met anyone like me!

- Pff... he talks! They all talk.

- Well... There is something... He... He really loves something... - here Nastya's cheeks blushed and she looked around. - In bed, - she said with just her lips.

- Wha-at?! - I almost dropped the bun I had just taken out of my bag.

- Well, to be more precise, we don't exactly do it in bed. Although it does happen in bed, but more... In other places.

I couldn't even imagine what they were doing there. At eighteen, I was completely inexperienced in sex, the most I'd ever done was hold hands with one guy and that was it! I hadn't even kissed. Moreover, I was sure that Nastya was the same, and then!.. What a statement!

- So he told me that other girls... Well, the ones he had before me... They... Were not ready to do it all the time, twenty-four to seven. And I... I even like it. More precisely, not even... I really like it. I'm ready... at least a hundred times a day. Even when he doesn't ask, I need it myself. Do you understand what I mean?

- Absolutely not! - I snapped, expecting with horror that Nastya would now begin to describe the details. She looked away and sighed heavily, already trying to tell me something that I would be afraid to remember later.

- Alice, some men... They want...

- Okay, not another word! How did you even get along with him? You were never like that!

- I wasn't... It happened by accident. In one cafe - I went in to get a burger, and he... He...

- What about him?

- He... He noticed an anime badge on my backpack... Well, that one, remember, I told you...

Yes, only a lazy person wouldn't notice that Nastya is an anime fan. Of course, I can sometimes watch Japanese cartoons, but I can hardly be called a fan.

-- And... he asked me about him. And then he spilled everything he knew about the heroine! Her seiyuu, the intricacies of cosplay costumes, the peculiarities of drawing different seasons! I... was simply amazed! Even among peers you rarely see such specialists, and here...

Yeah. I whistled. Or maybe it was fate? The stars aligned? I suddenly caught myself thinking that for the first time I was beginning to envy my friend - the earrings, shoes and other gifts didn't impress me, but the story of how she met her sugar daddy... Hmm. Is that even possible?

Nastya continued to chatter enthusiastically, and I grew sadder and sadder - I would never have anything like that. I don't go to cafes, I don't have any special hobbies - I'm an ordinary eighteen-year-old girl. And on top of that, I live with a single father. Of course, I love my dad, but I'm more than sure that he won't approve of any suitors, who, by the way, weren't looming on the horizon. Here I frowned even more - and lately, dad hasn't been himself - he smiles for no reason, constantly looks at his phone, disappears in the evenings, started jogging in the morning and even went to the gym... Since my mother left us five years ago, my father has immersed himself in work, founded a pretty good business, and I've never seen him like this as I have in the last month.

The bell rang and we trudged to class. After sitting through a boring lesson, we went down the stairs to the porch, where Nastya turned around and waved to me - her sugar daddy was already there - a black Mercedes, just like my father's, slowed down near the school gates. The skinny, but curvy in the right places silhouette of my girlfriend immediately slid to the car door, opened it and I clearly heard the sound of a kiss. And then another, like a zipper squealing. And then incomprehensible sobbing and mooing. What are they doing there? I was about to take a step towards the car, but the door immediately slammed shut and my girlfriend and her grown-up boyfriend sped off into the distance. I never saw him again during all this time, and Nastya did not show me any photos. It is understandable - what is there to look at at fifty - bald spots and a belly? Smiling at my thoughts, I headed to the public transport stop - it would take me a long time to get home, two buses.

There was no one at home - I took off my uncomfortable school uniform, took a shower and, steamed up, in just a short dressing gown, began to watch my favorite TV series. I had no desire to do my homework... But in the middle of the episode my father called.

- Alice, I have... well, news. The whole last month I... Well, daughter, I think I've found a person who will fit perfectly into our family.

- What? - I caught my breath. - You mean that... I'll get a stepmother?

Father laughed.

- Uh, yeah. We decided to skip the ceremony and just get married officially today. I'll stop by her parents', explain everything, and we'll be home with our things around eight.

I looked at the time - I had two more hours. Reluctantly pausing the series, I wandered into my room - I need to tidy up for... my new mother? I wonder what her name is? Mom? Aunt... What was her name? I don't think my father said. I mentally imagined a strict, business-like woman - a pencil skirt, a strict blouse, and a commanding look. For some reason, it seemed to me that my father's chosen one should be exactly like that.

Having made the bed and put the soft toys in their places, I looked at the closet and the scattered clothes. Oh, it would take an hour to sort through. But there was nothing to do and I was tidying up the outfits until my dad and the bride arrived. And then the doorbell rang. I jumped up as if I had been stung and ran to open it. Dad was the first to come in, and standing behind him was... I couldn't believe my eyes.

- Uh... Nastya? - I exclaimed. - So dad decided... to marry your mom? And where?..

My friend stood there, speechless. Her eyes widened and she looked from me to dad and back to me again.

I saw Nastya's mother every time I came to visit Nastya (it so happened that almost always it was I who visited her, and not she who visited me - our house is very far from the school, you can only get there with transfers) - you can't say that she fit the ideal of a businesswoman that I had drawn for myself. And she and her husband seemed to be happily married, Nastya never said that her mother was going to leave the family. But... how else to explain the fact that her father brought Nastya here? It can't be that... I drove away the chilling thoughts in horror.

- Wow, you know each other? - Father smiled. He hugged Nastya and looked at me.

So, Nastya's sugar daddy drives a Mercedes and his name is Borya. My father is also Boris. At the same age. In the last month he looks completely happy and it is the month that Nastya meets her... No! Nooo! This can't be! Coincidence, definitely a coincidence!

- Dad, is this a joke? A prank, right? A prank! - I laughed hysterically. - But it's not even April. How did you two... collude, huh? Whose idea was it? Well? - I was talking nonsense, realizing that there simply couldn't be any other explanation.

My best friend Nastya, the anime girl with pigtails and blue eyes, Nastya, whom I know inside out, Nastya, who has never had experience with guys, just like me. Well, Nastya! Nastya is now... Now she's mine...

Father shook his head:

- No, Alice, this is not a prank. Of course, it was awkward...

"Mom..." I whispered silently.

Dad put a chair under me in time, I fell onto it and tried to come to my senses.

- Alisa, daughter, don't worry. Nastya's parents know, they gave the go-ahead, even if not right away... - the father winced, as if from a toothache.

- So now... Now you... My mother?

- Well... you can call me Aunt Nastya! - giggled her friend.

- Mm-hmm... That's how it turns out....

- Well, somehow it works out!

- Yes, and one more thing! - Dad went to his room to change and for some reason decided to shout from there. - The thing is, Nastya loves cosplay, do you mind if she sometimes appears in costumes and we...

- You... what? - I headed towards my dad's room.

- Well... In some cases, when you cosplay heroes or images, you need to make sure your behavior matches... The costume. Do you understand, Alice?

- No! I don't understand!

- Daughter, I'm talking about some manifestations.... Well, you're already eighteen, you should understand?

I shook my head stubbornly. I kicked away the horrible pictures that my imagination painted, so that they wouldn't make me blush even a little.

- Uh, well... - the father became completely embarrassed.

- Alice, your dad is talking about kissing. Do you mind if we sometimes... kiss in front of you? Of course, just for cosplay!

- Hey, is this necessary?

- Yes! - Dad and Nastya suddenly said in unison.

- Why?

- That's the whole point of cosplay! The audience! We'll act out scenes, and you... Just watch, okay?

- No! Never! - I rushed to my room and slammed the door. But no such luck - Dad immediately knocked delicately and, without waiting for my answer, stuck his head in the doorway.

- Alice, I beg you. Nastya and I... We've been waiting for this for so long...

-- Waiting for what?

- Well... when we can show people what we do. And especially to you - you are my daughter, it is so sweet and exciting to understand that... You will be the first spectator!

- Dad, is this... Are you even crazy?

- Honey, we'll start, and you... Be sure to tell us what you feel, okay?

- You... you will do this in my room?

- Yeah... We can do it in the hall, in the kitchen, anywhere. The main thing is that you are nearby.

"Do you really need me to watch you suck?" I barked.

- Alice, you're already eighteen... And you never told me about your boyfriends... From which I concluded that they don't exist. Right?

- Aaah, how disgusting! Dad, can you even hear yourself? - I couldn't believe it. Before, I convinced myself that I was avoiding boys because Dad would be against it, but then... It turns out that's what it is!

- Honey, there's a double benefit here. We need to show it, and for you... it will be useful to see it!

And then I didn't care anymore. My father turned out to be a real pervert, and as for Nastya... Yeah, still waters run deep.

- And how will watching you... kiss help me?

- Alice, there are different types of kisses! - my best friend, now stepmother, spoke up. - You can kiss her on the lips, on the cheek, or... - and she looked conspiratorially at dad. - You can kiss her lower!

- Lower? In the neck? Or?... - and here I involuntarily blushed and trembled.

- Lower is lower, - Nastya giggled. Dad sat down in my computer chair, and Nastya leaned over him and... kissed him on the lips. Dad put his arm around his schoolgirl wife and, taking hold of her girlish shoulders, pushed her down. With a playful giggle, my best friend darted to the floor, resting her knees on the pink fluffy carpet. And then I heard the same sound as from the car where Nastya got in today after school - the swish of a zipper. And after that sound, reality surpassed any imagination - a pink, fleshy, tall... towered over Nastya's head. I couldn't even force myself to say it in my mind, but I still squeezed out... - a penis! No, that's not it - a dick!

It was huge, trembling and covered in wreaths. It was probably as thick as my wrist, and the head was even thicker. Nastya immediately pressed herself against it and gently touched it with her tongue. I stared with all my eyes, unable to utter a word. My friend cast a playful glance at me and giggled, but Dad immediately grabbed her head with his hand and set her on the right path, that is, on his dick. I stared with all my eyes, unable to look away - the magic of what was happening captivated me completely.

The penis slipped into my classmate's mouth with a wet, squelching sound. I got goosebumps when I saw Nastya's throat tense up as dad carefully moved forward. I couldn't believe that such a huge thing could fit into such a small mouth. My girlfriend started smacking her lips and gurgling, the penis entered almost halfway. Nastya glared at me and leaned forward, but dad's rock-hard cock wouldn't let her do it. The eighteen-year-old schoolgirl began to flutter on the penis like a caught fish, but to my amazement, she was able to turn her head in a special way and... let the penis in a little more! Tears started flowing from Nastya's lovely blue eyes, she moaned and vibrated her throat, making dad groan and almost jump up in frenzy. He pressed his palms to the back of her head and I saw his balls contract, shooting spurts of sperm into the throat of my deskmate.

"Unbelievable!" I breathed out.

- Daughter, be sure to tell me what you feel!.. - my father croaked, raising himself up in his chair - he was trying to push his cock into my classmate's mouth as deep as possible at the moment of ejaculation - Nastya diligently swallowed portions, and when the flow dried up, she stepped back and wiped her mouth with her palm. Dad leaned over and kissed her lips, which had just closed on his cock.

- Cringe! I'm cringing, that's what! - I snapped.

- What... What does that mean? - Dad wasn't good at youth slang, even though he was into anime.

- I'm ashamed of you! Besides, where's the cosplay? You said that Nastya would be in a costume, in character, her behavior should match the character, all that... Where?

- That's it! - said the father. Nastya turned her butt towards me and wiggled her hips. - Nastya in a schoolgirl costume, isn't that cosplay?

I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the bed. From that moment on, my life changed dramatically and irrevocably - Nastya sucked daddy off wherever she could, all day long. Sometimes dad would come up to her, whisper something in her ear, and my friend-stepmother would obediently kneel down, open her mouth and let daddy in as deep as possible. And sometimes she would take the initiative herself, lying on the bed with her head hanging down - dad would immediately unzip his fly and service his young wife's mouth. The first few times, I had mixed feelings - shame and disgust coexisted with interest and even excitement. How did Nastya learn to take it so deep in just a month? It seemed that she really liked it... And then I even began to catch myself smiling contentedly when they did it half a meter away from me.

Dad never missed an opportunity, if not to fill Nastya's mouth with sperm, then to grab her in different places, kiss her, pressing her against the wall, and also tried to undress her every time she was at arm's length. Nastya came to us on Friday evening, and already on Sunday morning the following happened - I calmly had breakfast and washed the dishes, listening to Dad's room - characteristic sounds were coming from there in the morning, but now everything was quiet. I was about to put the clean plate back, when suddenly I felt powerful paws on my bottom. Dad leaned over to me and bit my ear, and then suddenly pressed his erect penis against me! I squealed and almost dropped the dishes. Dad, frightened, stepped back and turned me around.

- Alice? I thought it was Nastya, you look very similar from behind, and she has the same robe!

- Dad, what's wrong? It's me...

- Forgive me, please forgive me! - and Dad immediately rushed to look for Nastya. She was found in the living room, watching a TV series. Having described the situation to her, Dad suggested discussing what had happened. My parents (yes, should I call them that now?) sat down at the table, and I stood by the window, looking at Dad in fear.

"Alice, we are very similar, especially from behind," Nastya said.

- Of course! - I crossed my arms over my chest, offended. - I also suck the dicks of my classmates' dads all the time!

"That's not what I mean," Nastya smiled. "Although I'm not at all against this option!"

I blushed and turned away.

- I'm talking about figure, height and even clothes. You can't tell the difference from the back. That's why dad and... I'm not justifying him at all, it's just... Most likely, this could happen again in the future.

- No way, Alisochka! - my father hastened to assure me. - From now on I will be more careful.

- It doesn't matter. Anything can happen. The only way to avoid it or minimize it is to keep yourself busy all the time.

- What??! - I exclaimed.

- And the fact that you need to get a boyfriend and live with him here! Then he will have fun with you, and dad will not have even a theoretical possibility of confusing you with me!..

- How can you say that? I... I'm not ready yet.

"There it is, there it is," Nastya muttered indistinctly, dropping to her knees and taking it into her mouth.

- Alice, I noticed... The way you've been looking at us lately-aaaah! - Dad couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure when Nastya began to move her blonde head.

Unable to bear it, I was about to run away from the kitchen, but Nastya's blowjob hypnotized me. What if they are right, what if I want the same, with some guy?..