His Nasty Little Pussy

BABYGIRL GETS WHAT’S COMING TO HER

The way they hop around the kitchen makes my pants grow just a little bit tighter. She knew this would happen to me, she knew the effect it would have on my aching body.

She doesn’t know what it’ll do to her yet.

My stepdaughter, Moira, and her friend, Eileen, are prancing about the kitchen in only a pair of panties and a bra, hers a pink set and her friend’s light blue. Moira is a darker brunette, with this amazing olive skin and tight, lithe body. Eileen is blonde, her body surprisingly as toned as Moira’s. I shouldn’t be surprised, both of them avid gymnasts as well as baseball players. But I’d never thought of Eileen as anything more than my stepdaughter’s friend.

I say they’re prancing, but my stepdaughter is a lot more into than her friend. I can tell Eileen is incredibly self-conscious of the whole idea, and she probably has no idea why she went along with it. Moira probably goaded her with ‘being free’, or some crap like that, not exactly sharing how much she wanted to turn on her restricted stepfather.

She’s expressed her desire to me. She just couldn’t keep it to herself any

longer, and she told me how badly she wanted me. She wanted me to put my cock deep in that wet cradle and put a baby in her.

I was taken aback, and I almost caved right then and there. But I couldn’t. She’s my stepdaughter, and no matter how hard it felt, I had to turn her away. It felt like I’d be abusing my power if I did.

But she played the game hard. I know she wanted me, and she decided to be hardcore pressing her advances, telling me all the nasty things she wanted to do, all while giving me a sly smile and wink. She was teasing, wholesale, and I can’t say I didn’t like it.

But I had my moral leanings I had to rely on, and I worked my hardest to refrain from doing something I’d regret with my stepdaughter.

The feeling today, though, is now she’s going a little too far with it. She’s trying to drive me crazy with half-dressed sleepovers and seductive glances and suggestive words.

I sigh and shake my head. Moira’s eyes keep glancing over to me on the couch, and I do my best to avoid her curious expressions.

She wants to know how I’m reacting. I’ll tell you exactly. My cock is raging in my pants, straining hard against the fabric to escape and take the girl brutally. It’s the only way to satisfy my urge to punish her. She really thinks she can get away with this, she’s got another thing coming.

As they run out of the room with their snacks, my hands goes to my cock, squeezing the hard beast into submission. God, it’s hurts how much I want to stuff it inside her. But why should I, why should I give in to that little brat?

I think I might just have a better idea. A good way to teach her not to mess with me. She’s going to have to take it the hard way.

A few hours pass and I run into Eileen outside the bathroom. “Oh, h-hello Mr. Peters,” she stutters, nervous as hell. It’s incredibly cute how she can barely look me in the eye.

“Hi, Eileen.”

She swallows, her hands going to her chest to cover her cleavage. It’s too late. I saw everything, and I have to say, the girl’s tits are on a level I couldn’t even imagine. They’re maybe even better than Moira’s, round and pale, they look soft and easily pliable.

“I’m sorry about before,” she says, “it was Moira’s idea. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry about, Eileen,” I assure her. “Sometimes Moira can be a bit much, don’t you agree?”

She chuckles, a light laughter that would kill a lesser man, and my cock pulses hard against my slacks. But I stand firm, intent on carrying out my plan. “She’s headstrong, that’s for sure. Maybe a little too much.”

“What do you mean?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I mean,” I say, swaying into her, letting her feel the power of presence,

“I think I should teach her a little lesson.”

“Like,” she smiles, “a practical joke?”

I smirk. “Something like that. Do you…” I draw it out, making it seem like I’m pondering something. “Do you mind helping me?”

“Um, right now?” she asks, her expression timid as she closes her arms tighter around her body.

“Is Moira in the room?”

She nods, “Yeah.”

“Okay, if you want to help, let me know when she falls asleep.” She pauses for a little bit before slowly nodding, and I let her go on to use the bathroom.

I wait for hours as the girls wind down after watching television in Moira’s room.

It’s late, maybe midnight, when Eileen slinks out of the room.

“Okay, she’s been out for a good thirty minutes. So, what’s the plan?” “Come on.” I ignore her question. It’s the point of no return, but I think it’ll be a valuable lesson for the girl who wants to tease her old man.

I put a finger over my lips, telling her to be quiet, and we sneak into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Moira’s lying face down on the bed, passed out in a serene snooze. Her covers are tossed to the side, leaving her panties open to view. The television runs in the corner, some movie playing on low volume.

My little girl’s a hard sleeper, so I don’t have a worry if she’s going to wake up from noise. She should wake up from something else, though.

Eileen starts again. “What-”

But I cut her off. “Stay here and watch.” I give her a glare, making sure she realizes just how serious I am. I stare her down until she gives me a feeble nod, letting me know one rabbit is going to be as obedient. I lightly walk over to Moira’s side of the bed. Yeah, she’s definitely passed out: she’s drooling a little as her mouth hangs open near the edge of

the mattress. I run a finger over a strand of her hair, brushing it back past her ear and setting it aside so I can clearly see her face in the faint glow of the room.

She looks heavenly, like a little angel. Her lips are so plump and her face so smooth, she’s this amazing image of beauty. But I know she’s got a little devil in her, and I know she deserves to see me take a great deal of pleasure embarrassing her, just like she embarrassed me.

My finger tips run down the curve of her back, tracing the outer edge of

her spine as I make my way to her panties. I brush over the fabric, my middle finger pushing into the crack of her ass as I turn over the large mound of fat she normally sits on.

When I find her slit, I look over at Eileen, gauging her reaction. Kind of like Moira did mine in the kitchen. I’m sorry, Eileen, that you have to be a part of our sick, little game.

Eileen’s hands are clamped over her perfect breasts, and her eyes are frozen wide as she follows what my devious hand is doing. I know she wants to say something, but the little rabbit is completely unprepared. She never thought I’d go this far.

But I’m pretty sure Moira did. Just not with someone else watching. She wanted to tease me until I couldn’t take it anymore and jumped her against all of my convictions. She wanted me to break as if it were nothing, as if my words meant nothing. She wanted me to take her body and make it taboo in one dirty, filthy night. My desires meant nothing, only hers, and she wanted to claim me for herself, no matter how much I told her to keep to herself. But I’m going to do things a little differently. She’s going to feel a great deal of arousal and watch me not satisfy her!

I push my finger into the fabric, pushing it into her slit, which provokes a small response from her body. This delicate, little twitch in her frame tells me all I need to know about her responsiveness.

“You see,” I whisper across the room to Eileen, slowly guiding my finger over Moira’s slit, “my stepdaughter’s a little slut. She wanted you to dress in your underwear so she could tease me.”

Eileen croaks, “Is that true?”

I nod. “Moira used you to satisfy her own dirty urges. She couldn’t help but try to fool me into doing something stupid.”

Eileen furrows her brow. “It’s annoying that she used me, but this is so wrong. Why are you doing this?”

I look her in the eyes. “Just watch.”

I hear a slight gasp come from Eileen as I grab the small band of Moira’s

panties. The girl is shocked at what she’s seeing, which only brings a smile to my lips. I slowly maneuver her panties down her legs, having to lift her gently to pass her thighs, to twist and turn to get past her knees, and to pick up her feet as I toss it toward Eileen.

It lands at the girl’s feet and I can see the tension in her body-even in

the low light-as she realizes her friend is naked in front of her. She makes a

move, but I gesture with my hand, calming her into staying still.

“Be quiet,” I warn, “let’s not wake her yet.”

Spreading Moira’s legs open slightly, I’m able to glide my thumb into

her slit. It’s already a little wet from my tapping at her entrance, and my cock

starts to throb as I look at her beautiful, young pussy, freshly shaved and small.

I close in and take a whiff. The smell is delicious, and I press between

her lips with my thumb. She flinches, and I back off. She only readjusts, and I do to, pressing the flat of my thumb against her pink flesh.

I slide it around, gliding through her folds gently as I massage her inner

flesh. I push and pull, meeting her edges and then her clit, tempting it all with light touches and torturous play.

Her body starts out slow, but eventually she starts to pick her hips up, grinding her pussy into my hand.

I look back at Eileen, whose hands have found their way to her own pussy. She’s not touching herself, not yet, but I can tell she’s feeling a good deal of pressure down below, a pressure she can’t stop as her eyes are glued to my stepdaughter’s writhing body.

I watch as Eileen squirms, her thighs pressing hard together as I imagine her pussy getting wetter. The poor girl didn’t expect this at all, and she’s not going to expect the next part either.

Moira moans under her breath. “Is that you, Daddy?”

I turn back to her. “Oh, yeah, Babygirl,” I coo, “does it feel good?”

She nods sleepily into her pillow. “Yes, a lot.”

I slip my thumb into her pussy, fucking her on my digit and driving her body wild. Her hips pick up hard, bucking as she rides my hand, her moans getting louder and louder. The pressure must be building. “You’ve waited for Daddy for so long, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve wanted your big dick in my pussy.”

I glance over at Eileen, whose hands are cupping her pussy now, gently massaging herself through the fabric. That’s it, girl, get more turned on for

me.

I grip Moira with my finger, pulling my thumb down, latching onto her vaginal wall like a climbers hook. I squeeze and tease her, placing pecks on her ass as she continues her descent into release.

When I feel her body start to squeeze more and more, her ass cheeks closing and opening, I know it’s time. The girl is so close to finishing, her body on the edge of an explosive orgasm.

Which is why I pull my finger out of her completely.

She’s slow to react, merely waiting for me to push back in. She doesn’t

realize-not yet-that I’ve stood up from the bed and walked over to Eileen.

Pushing the blonde up against the wall, I slip my hand down between her legs, feeling the incredible moisture emanating from her lower lips.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”

The look on her face is both surprise and arousal, her eyes wide but her mouth open, her body unsure of how to react. But I know I can clear that up in a matter of seconds.

Gazing into her eyes, I push my finger against her fabric, running it over her slit just like I did to Moira.

“Were you imagining me doing this to you?”

She swallows, licking her lips. She nods, unable to speak.

I push in. “Pushing like this?” Eileen’s pussy twitches, her hips lifting off the wall.

Moira sleepily lifts her head, looking around before seeing me up over by the wall. “Daddy,” she says, “what are you doing?”