Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Now lie back, Kayla, and tell me what’s going on.”
I sit on the mattress shyly, totally aware of my huge breasts and the way my tummy pooches in a soft swell.
“Well, you can still hear it,” I say. “It’s down here. Inside me. It’s stuck,” I clarify.
“Lie down,” George says, while coming to stand before me on the bed, “and put your legs up so that your feet are flat on the mattress. Yes, so that your knees are up and apart. Good.”
I do as he commands, feeling so exposed. Heck, I am exposed. I’m completely nude before my ex-stepfather with my lush, trembling curves open for his gaze. Who am I kidding? Even my pink slit is right here, gleaming and swollen in the light, begging for his touch.
What? Begging for his touch? It’s as if I’ve lost my mind because I shouldn’t be thinking, much less feeling, these things. But it’s true. I do want George to touch me, and slowly, my hands reach down and before I realize what I’m doing, I part my pussy lips for him, showing him that moist, interior pink.
“Can you help me?” I murmur. “Please. I really need a doctor’s help.”
With that, the handsome man leans forward, his blue eyes gleaming. With one large hand, he brushes over my steaming slit and I tremble and gasp. His fingers tweak my nub and I let out a low cry of pleasure.
“You like that, Kayla?”
I bite my lip before meeting his eyes.
“Yes, Daddy. I like it very much.”
A look of satisfaction enters his eyes, and with a growl of satisfaction, he proceeds.
6
George
Holy shit, it’s really happening. I’m touching my sweet stepdaughter where it counts. Or my ex-stepdaughter, if you will. After all, her mom and I got divorced a while ago. It was always a marriage of convenience, and never one of love.
In fact, I’m convinced that my ex-wife is lesbian. There was that woman Sofia at our wedding, who seemed to be more than “just friends” with my wife. Also, there have been a few women since then hanging around the house in a suspicious manner in the years since, but I’ve never talked with Victoria about it. It’s her business, and I wish her all the best in her relationships.
But now, I’m confronted with Victoria’s beautiful daughter, and I can’t believe my good fortune. Holy cow, Kayla is here, nude and luscious with her legs spread as she begs me with those big brown eyes. What are the chances? I’ve watched her covertly for years, but always clamped down on the temptation because it’s wrong. After all, I was married to her mom just recently. Not only that, but Kayla was a teenager then, and we were living under the same roof.
Now, none of that is true anymore. Kayla is in college and lives on campus. She must be twenty-two or so. Most importantly, I’m no longer married to Victoria. The coast has been cleared of all obstacles, and I thank my lucky stars.
With resolution in my eyes, I approach the curvy girl.
“Now don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit,” I growl. “I can still hear the toy whirring inside, so it’s definitely there. I’m just going to insert my finger and see how deep it is. If we need any further tools, we can decide what they’ll be, but let me just try with my finger first.”
She nods, her eyes like saucers.
“Okay,” she breathes. “I’m ready.”
Slowly, I approach her quivering curvy body. Oh wow, she’s incredibly luscious. Her tits are so big that they pool on her chest like huge fluffs of whipped cream tipped by red strawberries at the top. I’m dying to taste the goodness, but I have to maintain a professional demeanor no matter what.
It’s difficult though, because the woman before me is just so ripe. She’s got her legs spread, and she’s lifted her knees so that I can get full access to her pink slit.
“Relax,” I murmur, stroking gently along her nether lips. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Clearly, my fingers are doing the opposite of hurting her because she lets out a blissful exhale as color suffuses her face.
“George, go deeper,” she urges. “It’s there, please pull it out.”
I must do as the lady commands. Slowly, I insert my finger into her tiny opening, just holding it there for a moment. God, she’s so hot, wet and tight, and I’m already dying to get into her with my personal tool.
“Do you feel it?” she asks, her eyes wide. “Can you get it out?”
“I have to go deeper,” I say in a soothing tone. “Relax and let me see if I can feel the plastic with the tips of my fingers.”
With that, Kayla closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I use this opportunity to push my digit in deeper, and soon, I have my entire index finger buried inside her pulsing walls. Oh shit, she’s so wet and tight, not to mention utterly feminine. But from a medical standpoint, I haven’t gone far enough because I still can’t feel the rubber of the toy.