My sweat rained down on the small of her back as I pistoned my thick, veiny, nine-inch cock deep into her tight little fuck hole like a battering ram. Her pretty pink flesh gripped my tool like a glove, pulling out to hug my shaft and coating it with her reluctant wetness. Finally, I was getting close to my climax and I reached up and grabbed a thick handful of hair and pulled hard, forcing her back to arch and her head to turn and face me. I stuffed my fingers into her mouth and she sucked blindly on them, gasping for breath. The whole time she has been whining and crying; yet begging me to fuck her hard. I grabbed her shoulder tightly with my free hand and pulled back, jamming my stiff rod deeper, if possible, into her tight pussy as I unleashed a torrent of male rocket fuel deep inside her. I came and came some more. Spent, I pushed her down onto her belly on the couch and stood up, my rapidly deflating cock still thick and dangling between my legs. I forced my slick, cum coated cock into her reluctant mouth and made her suck me until I was clean, then I told my step-daughter to get herself cleaned up.
I married Roxie seven years ago, and she was my dream girl, still is as a matter of fact. The only point of contention that we have had is her daughter, London. Roxie is a hot little number, 5'6" tall, natural C cups, a very womanly curvy body with fiery red hair and smooth, flawless alabaster skin. London is her younger spitting image, same fiery red hair, same perfect pale white skin, and as she has gotten older, the same delicious body as her mother, but with a major league bitchy attitude.
She grew up without the benefit of a male presence in her life, as her father is a scumbag who doesn't pay her any attention, although he lives less than ten miles from us. All of the things that you have heard of teenage rebellion? London. Her mother and I were on a first name basis with her principal as she was constantly getting into trouble, skipping school, failing classes, etcetera. How she made it through school I will never know.
Being as I was her stepfather and I entered her life when she was older, she viewed me as a threat, I'm sure. All of her life it was just her and her mom, and I didn't come in and make a bunch of rules, which, in retrospect, I should have, maybe she wouldn't have caused us so much grief over the years. She was bad, really bad.
As London blossomed during puberty, I think that it was her goal to wear as little as possible around the house, her typical attire was a skin tight colored tank top that barely covered her flat, toned midriff, a pair of work-out shorts that looked two sizes too small with the waistband rolled down to reveal her hip bones, her plump ass nearly busting out of the fabric, bare feet and her ever present nose ring, belly ring and toe ring. In all honesty, I knew that she was a blazing hottie, but I didn't ogle her, though she gave me every opportunity to do so. I thought that her garb was an anomaly until we got our pool put in and she invited her friends over to the house nearly every day.
Roxie and I worked different shifts and I would normally get home about three hours before she did and I would make a ritual of coming home, wading through the sea of young girls, flirting with them and going upstairs and trying to avoid the great view that I had of the pool from my upstairs window, but was hidden from below by a large tree limb. These girls were too young to look like that.
Disaster really came when London turned seventeen and started dating this hateful little bastard named Kent. A wannabe thug with a chip on his shoulder the size of Wisconsin. He treated London like a dog, but she was 'in love'. Roxie detested the kid and refused to let her see him, which led to her sneaking out of the house in the early hours, daily shouting matches and me and my wife's demise of a once healthy, active sex life, which pissed me off the most.
"You have got to do something!" Roxie pleaded with me.
"Like what? Lock her in her room? Put iron bars on the windows?" I shot back.
"You don't care!" She screamed at me before stomping off to the master bedroom and slamming the door.
Great, I thought to myself, another night with blue balls.
I had nodded off on the couch and was awoken by the sound of Kent's piece of crap 24-year-old camaro. 'Dual exhaust!' He once bragged. 'More like a hole in the exhaust!' I made fun of him.
Two A.M. Now I was pissed. I specifically told her to be in by eleven, it was a school night. They were taking a Hell of a long time to get inside, great, I thought, probably shagging in front of the house. I went to the door to confront them and I heard angry voices, a female and a male. I couldn't make out the content, but it wasn't pleasant, just then, I heard a smack, skin on skin and my step-daughter crying out. I threw open the door to witness Kent holding her by the front of her shirt and drawing back his fist. I lunged out, clad only in my boxers, and gave him a mighty shove, separating him from London as she fell to the grass.
"You are fucked now, old man!" He growled at me, "I'm gonna kick yer fuckin' ASS!"
Kent was a big boy, I was right at six feet, and I looked up at him, and I am sure that he had my 185 pounds by at least 50, but you don't strike a woman, especially my little girl, so I steeled myself as I saw him ball his fists and stalk towards me.
I easily ducked his first swing, I figured as such, fighting like a good old boy, I could feel the wind from his missed haymaker move my hair, I knew that I had better not get hit by this kid, but I had a surprise for him, this 43 year old guy used to box in the military!
I peppered him with three quick jabs and when he ducked down to get out of the way, I brought an uppercut from waaaaaaayyyyyyy downtown and tagged him right on the button, his legs turned to jello and he fell hard on my front walk, I quickly jumped on him and began to rain punches down on him until I felt my wife pull me off of him. He ever so slowly regained his bearing and as my wife threatened him with his life, I turned to my stepdaughter, expecting at least a thank you, but she just bitched about how we were ruining her life!
A couple of years and several boyfriends later, she was not quite as rebellious, just a major bitch. London had graduated high school, barely, and decided that she needed to 'find herself', and needed to take a year off before going to college. Finding herself, from what I could tell, consisted of sitting her ass on my couch, gabbing on my phone and eating all of my food!
The catalyst for our fateful evening came when Roxie and I were coming back from dinner together and we noticed that London's car was in the drive, but my wife's brand new Cadillac SUV was not.
My wife was furious, although we have a really nice house, we have never had a "new" car, and my wife has been busting her ass to get this coveted vehicle, and to have London just roll out with it, she was livid!
I made every attempt to calm Roxie down for the next hour and I think that I made a little headway, luckily.
"I've got it!" She said, sitting upright on the couch.
"Got what?" I asked, taking a swig from my Sam Adams. I might as well drink, the evening had been going so well that I just knew that it was going to end with some energetic sex with my lovely bride, and now she was too pissed off to fuck.
"We are going to make this little girl see it our way once and for all! C'mere!"
I listened and really questioned my wife's sanity.
I was nodding off when I heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway. London had killed the lights to the ESV three houses down in order to sneak back in, not thinking that anyone would be awake this far past her curfew.
I cut off the T.V. and stood off by the foyer in the dark so that when she walked in, I would be between her and the stairs with the family room to my left. I leaned against the doorjamb, feeling the coolness of the wall against my bare back, and waited.
She snuck in the door, and I just assumed that she had been drinking; she was trying very unsuccessfully to be quiet. She went to hang Roxie's keys on our key peg and dropped them to the ground, shushing herself loudly; I broke into a grin watching this debacle. London groped her way to the stairwell, bumping into every piece of furniture along the way, cursing at every step. Just as she reached the landing, I reached up and flicked on the stairway light.
"FUCK!" London bellowed, jumping back, "You scared the SHIT out of me! What are you doing up?"
I looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her dressed like a complete whore. She had on a pair of open toed six inch heels that nearly made her eye to eye with me, her micro mini-skirt looked like it belonged to a twelve year old little girl it was so small. Her blouse, if you could call it that, cut off just below the bottom swell of her breasts, leaving her lower torso uncovered, it was so tight that it squeezed her breasts together, forming massive cleavage that spilled out over the top of her exposed brassiere. Her hair was in a pile on top of her head and her make-up was very heavy, albeit smudged on her face.
"What in the Hell are you doing, taking your mom's car without permission?" I wasn't yelling, but my voice was stern. "Are you drunk?"
"You are not my father, so I don't need to answer to you!" She literally screamed at me.
Her breath was enough to make me tipsy and she tried to force her way past me, but I blocked the way.
"Get the fuck outta my way!"
She and I have argued before on many, many occasions, but she had never cursed at me. I was pissed off now.
I grabbed her by both shoulders and forced her back, tossing her on the couch like a rag doll. She tried to stand up and slap at me but I forced her down, pinning her arms against her sides.
"I am so FUCKING tired of you!" I spat vehemently in her face, "If you are going to be in MY house, you follow MY rules! Your mom and I decided to teach you a lesson!"
"What are you going to do, tough guy? Beat me up?" She was struggling mightily.
"Oh no, much better!"
I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the thin material between her breasts and yanked back, listening to the fabric rip free. London fell back to the couch, her transparent bra revealing her bright pink nipples.
"What the Hell are you doing! MMMMOOOOOMMMMM!!!!" She tried to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them together in my vise like grip.
"Your mom won't help you now, you little whore!" I wasn't completely sold on Roxie's idea for vengeance, but my cock was, I could feel the blood flowing into my joint, making it stretch out my boxers. I forced my hand under her bra, feeling her hard nipple poke into the palm of my hand. I rolled her long love bud between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to gasp. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as I ripped her bra off of her and tossed it to the side. Her bare breasts were magnificent.
London squirmed underneath me, causing me to snap back into reality, catching her just before she could break free. I laid my body weight on her and held her hands over her head and sucked her left nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and lips.
"What are you doing to me?" She gasped, breaking out into gooseflesh.
I didn't answer her, just forced my left leg between her legs, spreading them apart to allow access to her young pussy. I switched over to her right nipple, which was already long and stiff, and sucked that into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, causing her back to arch. Did she just moan?
I ran my fingers over the top of her panties, feeling the damp spot in her mound and my cock really stood at attention. I reared back and ripped at her panties, pulling them down her nubile young legs, I could feel my eyes get bigger at the sight of her bald pussy, glistening wet in all of its glory.
"I am going to fuck your brains out!" I hissed at her in the glow of the light from the stairs.
She mumbled something unintelligible as I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them down to where her thighs were flat against her chest, flattening her boobs and opening up her little pussy and asshole. Holding her knees down by her ears, I bent down and teased her little asshole, making broad strokes against it with my tongue before plunging inside of it and tongue fucking her ass.
